Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Latest Reads!

I keep my professional reading to just part of the day (unless I'm thoroughly involved with the book, which oftentimes happens!), so, for enjoyment, I've been reading:

Night Over Water by Ken Follett
Murder Offscreen by Denise Osborne
Phantom Nights (a great ghost story!) by John Farris
Ascent into Hell by Andrew M. Greeley
Secrets (a series) by Kristen Heitzmann

All Great Reads!

On the professional side:

Priest to Mafia Don 

By Father Patrick Bascio

BrandenBooks

ISBN:  10: 0-8283-2157-4

288 Pages

 

I may have just read an upcoming best seller! Priest to Mafia Don by Father Patrick Bascio, published just recently, is a love story like no other! Caught between love for family, God, a woman, and his own destiny, Carlo Albanese was forced by heritage to make choices that have been faced by few others, if any. Priest to Mafia Don “is a work of fiction based on reality. It is the story of a priest, Carlo Albanese, nephew of the famous Godfather, Julio Albanese...”(p. 6)

 

As the life of Maria Amaretto’s mother faded away, Maria sought out some way to send her mother from her small Sicilian town of Trapani to either the United States or England for the surgery that could save her life. After contacting everybody she knew that could possibly provide funds for the trip, Maria finally went to see Don Luigi Navarro, the local Mafia chief, who also refused to help her. Frustrated and angered, Maria realized that it had been evil to turn to a murderer—that she had betrayed God by depending on a bad man and sought her Lord’s forgiveness.

 

Maria spent the next fourteen days in Novena prayers imploring the Blessed Mother for a cure. “On the morning of the fourteenth day, the doctors...announced: “Against the greatest odds and possibly miraculously, Philomena Amaretto is responding favorably...” The local priest declared, “A miracle...” In response to answered prayer, Maria made the traditional “Promise” to offer her first-born son to the Church. (p. 12) Thereafter, she went to Tony Albanese, who had loved her since their days in secondary school, and sought his support of her promise. His response was, “I would be honored to be betrothed to a woman who, God willing, shall one day provide His church with a priest.” (p. 13). Tony was Julio Albanese’s brother.

 

And so the male child, Carlo, was born and learned early that he had been dedicated to the priesthood. His entire childhood was centered on his future and he rejoiced in his destiny. On his First Communion, his parents “bought a Missal that opened in the middle, releasing a thin cardboard replica of an altar prepared for Mass...Before leaving for school, Carlo would say a “Mass.” (p. 21)

 

Totally committed to become a priest, yet, reading his story, there were signs, early in his life, that Carlo perhaps lacked the love and joy of being a servant to God and man.

 

Julio Albanese was chosen unanimously as the godfather upon the death of Vito Massaro. Newspapers suggested “he will bring a new and more progressive style to the organization.” (p. 35) Julio soon sought to have members of his family with him and so Tony moved his family to the United States. Thus Carlo grew with two major influences—his dedication to God and the priesthood and his commitment to his family.

And while Carlo grew, Julio became the most powerful Don in New York.

 

While Carlo studied and finally became a priest, Julio grew older and ill. In fact, he was forced to resign as Don due to his limited life expectancy. Carlo’s father was expected to move into Julio’s position as Don. He was murdered!  Julio’s second brother became Don; he was murdered...  In order to not give too much of this story away, I move to the point where Carlo as asked to take leave from the church and fill in as Don to get his family’s businesses back to top performance.

 

And that is when he discovered that his brother’s wife was seeking help to divorce his brother!  And they became close...

 

Father Bascio includes an interesting little story in the Introduction about how this Sicilian organization was formed and named.  Both Julio and Carlo dreamed of moving the Mafia back to its original goals and to legitimize the businesses of the Mafia.  Carlo’s struggles within the Church, with his awakening sexuality and interest in his own brother’s wife, together with the cries of his family to help them during the crisis that followed Julio’s resignation placed tremendous pressure upon Carlo. And, that is why the book becomes a page-turner! For Carlo’s response resulted in a maturity of a man like no other...a man who finally left the priesthood to become Don of the Mafia!

 

Written as a novel, the author has allowed us to see into the hearts and the minds of the characters that were patterned after a real family.  Watching the jealousy between family members, seeing the good and bad within them makes this an exciting read. However, I watched closely as Carlo struggled with the pain, the frustration, the anger, and, yes, the love he experienced as he matured and was forced to make the greatest decision in his life!

 

Surely Father Bascio has given us a best seller, at least in my opinion...it’s a MUST-READ!

 

 

G. A. Bixler IP Book Reviewer

 

Sunday, October 7, 2007

New Methodology

Hi, we are testing out a change to our site...so that the site will be the main place to submit a request for a review, but we will be posting more broadly, to at least 5 sites, in the future...so, if you have any thoughts on this upcoming change, let me know!  Here's one of my former reviews as I begin to expand!

Glenda

Having read several different novels surrounding the Vietnam War, I found Bullets and Bandages by Robert Saniscalchi, to be the most realistic, indeed, horribly so. It is quite simply a fictional account of a young man’s tour of duty in Vietnam, based upon true events as told to him by his brother. Because the author did not hold back on either his own fear or the actual events he learned of, the novel becomes very realistic, and the characters are those that you would expect to find in a war that nobody wanted.  

The book opens and closes in an unforgettable scene as Rob Marrino, our main character, sits with the father of Sergeant Green, who had become his best friend, and who had been killed just a few weeks before he was to leave the service and come home. Green’s father asks Rob to tell him about his son and to tell him what they have been involved in so that he might remember his last few years of life.  

So Rob starts to talk . . .  

When there is a war going on, if you are the right age, all of your friends are talking about whether to “join up.” Or so it was at the time of the Vietnam War. Rob Marrino’s friends were joining; he needed only the courage to talk with his parents about it. His father took it the best and told him that he would be proud to have his son serve his country, as he had, adding that he hoped that it would be the army that he joined.  

During basic training, they were given an option to move on for more training as a medic, and Rob decided that sounded like something he wanted to do. What that decision resulted in was that he became “special” to his unit. Everybody knew that it was important to make sure “Doc” was ok, because their own lives could actually be in his hands. But Rob was not only a medic, he was an active participant in that war. Rob felt he was under a man with experience and knowledge—Sergeant Jakes. And soon he met Corporal Clarence Green. The three of them slowly became close friends.  

Rob Marrino was a praying man. Or maybe he became one once he was in the throes of war. The readers don’t know. What we do know is that he prayed continuously. He prayed for the courage and strength to ignore his shaking hands and get on with wiping the blood from a soldier’s wound to see how bad it was, to give him a quick shot of morphine to ease the pain. He prayed for each soldier he helped and for those who didn’t make it. He prayed when getting ready to enter a battle. He prayed in thanks for each time they made it through. Rob Marrino had never been as afraid in his life as he was during his tour in Vietnam. His prayers calmed him and many were grateful for his calm reassurance as he took care of their wounds.  

It was the lack of honesty, the innate evil of the enemy that was hard for many of our soldiers to accept. Rob, by now, used to that evil, finally came back to the primary camp and saw a Vietnam man snapping pictures of the compound. There were several individuals with him, pretending that they were being photographed, but what was being photographed was the placement of where everything was located. This was all occurring while guards were on duty. They later explained that the man was a local farmer and had been around there for about five years. Combat officers quickly saw the dangers and were constantly alert. Even in the camp, guards did not fully understand the horrors of what was happening in the bush.  

There is a touch of happiness for Rob when he is wounded. He meets a young nurse from his home state, and they fall in love. Somehow you feel that there in the midst of so many bullets and bandages, God must have brought her to care for him, to provide, through her, just a bit of His love to a weary soldier.  

This book is very graphic in the war scenes¾parental guidance material! On the whole, however, the story is one in which Americans can take pride. These are the true soldiers of our country, those in the lower ranks that fought for every inch that was won. Here was this man who made it through many brave tours, only to die from snakebite! There was that man who gave it his all, and then was killed during a training accident weeks before leaving for home. This story is about the men who prayed their way through the Vietnam War. I am proud to have had an opportunity to read this unforgettable story.  

A Must-Read for those who pray for our American soldiers!

G. A. Bixler

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Soooo, what's Happening?!

One of my publisher clients, Branden Books, located in Boston, has sent the latest books from his company:

 
Fascist Italy by Cristogianni Borsella
Defeating Islamic Terrorism by Father Bascio
Abenaki Warrior by Alfred Kayworth
Priest to Mafia Don by Father Bascio
Green River Serial Killer by Pennie Morehead
The Soprano Voice by Anthony Frisell
 
I also received Romeo & Juliet as a gift!  Wasn't that nice?!
 
I've finished reading Fascist Italy and am writing the review right now...more later!

A True Story Poem

The daily email always brings us some joke or article from our friends...Some, more than others, make us sit up and take notice. A simple poem, author unknown, yet needing to be read:

DADDY It HURTS !
A TRUE STORY 

My name is Chris
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong
I can't speak at all
Or else I'm locked up
All day long.
When I'm awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charile's bar
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says it's my fault
He suffers at work
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to the door
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"Im sorry!", I scream
But it's now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into an unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor
My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

> ARE YOU AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
 
I received this horrific poem via email...with, sadly, no author's name.  It reminded me of a story that Bettie and I read/edited a number of years ago.  If you have an interest in this type of story, you may want to read:
 

Monday, August 20, 2007

Rainy Day!

When a rainy day comes, what better time to grab a book and settled down for an escape into adventure!

Sunday, August 19, 2007

She's Baa-ack!

Do you ever experience burnout? Those times when you feel like you cannot do one more thing, remember one more responsibility or even write a few words?  A number of years ago, this happened to me on the job.  It required a medical leave of absence and still affects me to this day. 

If you have experienced any form of depression, whether from job burnout or stresses from your life, I encourage you to try to recognize it and take the time to talk to your medical doctor. 

When Bettie started our web site, we had no anticipation of the volume of work we would receive...after all, we were retired and thinking of filling a little part of our time.  Well, we have had a constant flow and have added to our reviewer list...and still, there have been times when we were backlogged!  Not really complaining!  Hey, we enjoy what we are doing. 

However, each of us should come to know how much work we can handle and when it is too much for a while...then we need to take a break and stop doing as much as we have been.

So, if you missed seeing what I've been doing, well, I'll try to catch up...no matter what, there's always been a book or two waiting with a bookmarked page!  And I've been taking advantage of some of the beautiful weather, in between rain, to expand my garden of flowers, even adding a sort of gazebo for my climbers!  My irises were beautiful this year and I was so thankful that I had free time to water and "deadhead" them each morning.  God surely gave us the greatest gifts right outside our doors!

Oh, I did want to share the following with my readers; it meant a lot to me and I thought you might enjoy:

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Heartprints of Kindness

"Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you."1 "He who oppresses the poor shows contempt for their Maker, but whoever is kind to the needy honors God."2

William Wordsworth also said it well: "That best portion of a good man's life; his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love."

The following well-known anonymous poem is well worth a reminder:

    "Whatever our hands touch –
    We leave fingerprints!
    On walls, on furniture
    On doorknobs, dishes, books.
    There's no escape.
    As we touch we leave our identity."

So for today's suggested prayer: "Dear God:

    'Wherever I go today
    Help me leave heartprints!
    Heartprints of compassion
    Of understanding and love.

    'Heartprints of kindness
    And genuine concern.
    May my heart touch a lonely neighbor
    Or a runaway daughter
    Or an anxious mother
    Or perhaps an aged grandfather.

    'Send me out today
    To leave heartprints.
    And if someone should say,
    "I felt your touch,"
    May they also sense the love
    that is deep within my heart.'3
                                             --Daily Encounter

So I'll close for today, with just a last thought--I hope I've left heartprints on the books I do for each of my clients!

God Bless!