Four months before Hitler came to power, Pavel Friedländer was born in Prague to a middle-class Jewish family. In 1939, seven-year-old Pavel and his family were forced to flee Czechoslovakia for France, but his parents were able to conceal their son in a Roman Catholic seminary before being shipped to their destruction. After a whole-hearted religious conversion, young Pavel began training for priesthood. The birth of Israel prompted his discovery of his Jewish past and his true identity. Friedländer describes his experiences, moving from Israeli present to European past with composure and elegance. The Wisconsin edition is not for sale in the British Commonwealth or Empire (excluding Canada.)

My name is AJ, I live in Toronto Canada. On February 18, 1996 Michael J. Hummel drugged me with GHB, kidnapped me and then Gregg A. Tippett and he raped me and almost killed me. I believed I was not their only victim and I refused to stay silent. After their pictures were exposed in the national media over 30 women came forth with similar horror stories with them. In effect my mission became to put them behind bars and stop them from victimizing any more women. During the botched criminal case, I hired two Florida lawyers specifi cally for a trial with these delinquents. I didn’t trust my lawyers; therefore I taped one of them. In effect, I not only learned that they lied to the judges and me, but most critically I discovered that the lawyers were involved in a conspiracy to set the culprits free from a trial and shift liability to State Farm insurance for 1.5 million dollars. After I paid my attorneys $85,000 they abandoned me and left me standing in the Florida courts alone fighting their $41,000 invoice from State Farm as a result of their coerced, colluded contract. My attorneys simply raped me of my justice! I then filed a Florida Bar complaint and the packed mentality legalese ignored, discarded and neglected my undisputable smoking gun evidence; “my tape.” I believe the public has a right to know the factual raw truth. The lessons are never give up on yourself and never underestimate the power of your voice!

Could love at first sight… Change her fate? Vivian Carmack is unlucky, or so she believes. Every seven years, disaster strikes…and she’s just had six good years. So her New Year’s Eve dance floor collision with handsome stranger Brian Redmond is a nonstarter, no matter how charming he is. But Brian won’t be turned away so easily and working together on a community project brings them closer. Love is calling, but is she brave enough to answer? From Harlequin Heartwarming: Wholesome stories of love, compassion and belonging.

Rebecca Norris Webb's meditation on fathers and daughters, one's first landscape, caretaking of the land and its inhabitants, and on history that divides us as much as heals us Rebecca Norris Webb (born 1956) first came across W. Eugene Smith's "Country Doctor," his famous Life magazine photo essay, while studying at the International Center of Photography in New York. She was immediately drawn to the subject of Smith's essay, Dr Ernest Ceriani, a Colorado country doctor who was just a few years older than her father. She wondered: How would a woman tell this story, especially if she happened to be the doctor's daughter? In light of this, for the past six years Norris Webb has retraced the route of her 99-year-old father's house calls through Rush County, Indiana, the rural county where they both were born. Following his work rhythms, she photographed often at night and in the early morning, when many people arrive into the world--her father delivered some one thousand babies--and when many people leave it. Accompanying the photographs, lyrical text pieces addressed to her father create a series of handwritten letters told at a slant.

The “classic of Holocaust literature” about childhood and family, faith and identity—from a Pulitzer Prize–winning historian and featuring an introduction by Claire Messud (The Guardian). Four months before Hitler came to power, Saul Friedländer was born in Prague to a middle-class Jewish family. In 1939, 7-year-old Saul and his family were forced to flee to France, where they lived through the German Occupation, until his parents’ ill-fated attempt to flee to Switzerland. They were able to hide their son in a Roman Catholic seminary before being sent to Auschwitz where they were killed. After an imposed religious conversion, young Saul began training for priesthood. The birth of Israel prompted his discovery of his Jewish past and his true identity. Friedländer brings his story movingly to life, shifting between his Israeli present and his European past with grace and restraint. His keen eye spares nothing, not even himself, as he explores the ways in which the loss of his parents, his conversion to Catholicism, and his deep-seated Jewish roots combined to shape him into the man he is today. Friedländer’s retrospective view of his journey of grief and self-discovery provides readers with a rare experience: a memoir of feeling with intellectual backbone, in equal measure tender and insightful.

This remarkable memoir, by a distinguished historian, grows out of the loose framework of a diary written in Israel during the tense last few months of 1977. In a series of flashbacks, Saul Friedlander evokes with painful clarity and candor his extraordinary childhood and adolescence, beginning in a comfortable, middle-class, assimilated Jewish home in the Prague of the 1930's, and extending through and beyond the harrowing, and permanent, separation from his parents in Nazi-dominated France. Though fascinating in themselves, on a deeper level the reminiscences raise questions about much more than one man's life. In forcing himself to go back and examine his past, to seek out reasons and feelings, Friedlander is asking what it is that motivates a Zionist. What does it mean to be a Jew in Israel now? Where are the roots of a people with a history of rootlessness? Pavel Friedlander, as he was then known, was seven when the family fled Czechoslovakia in 1939. Before they were herded away to desruction, his parents were able to leave their ten-year-old boy in a Catholic seminary. Baptized Paul-Henri, he excelled in his studies and was headed for the priesthood. In his unsentimental, delicate, and precise narrative, we see through the boy's eyes the seminary's chilly dormitories and the hot, dusty fields of a provincial French summer. Then comes the Liberation. Paul-Henri rediscovers his identity and in 1948, on the brink of his high-school graduation, runs away to Marseilles to board ship for the nascent state of Israel--one of the survivors on the ill-fated Altalena. He now takes his Hebrew name, Shaul. Thirty years later, in bringing the disparate threads of memories together, Friedlander unflinchingly expresses the dilemmas in which any thinking person must feel himself vis-a-vis Israel and the Jews. His doubts are unresolved and probably unresolvable. But in an entirely fresh and poignant way Saul Friedlander has given us a better understanding of them.

This is a story about a man who had achieved success, but wasn't content. Ted had a vision for the world, a vision for all people to have an opportunity to learn about Jesus. Ted reasoned, "Why should some hear the life-giving message many times before some had the chance to hear it once?" Ted and his wife, Peggy, applied to become missionaries, but were declined. They were too old, had too many kids, and did not have the right education. All avenues for personal involvement in world evangelization seemed closed, so the Fletchers founded their own organization. Drawing on Ted's experience as a Marine and as a corporate executive, they stepped out in faith to send others to places in the world where missionaries were not welcome. Despite the odds, the mission grew beyond any of their expectations. (from Amazon)