Julie — Catherine Marshall

In my review of Catherine Marshall’s novel “Christy,” I mentioned that Christy was actually Catherine’s mother, and the book is largely based on her experiences as told to Catherine later in life. “Julie” is to some extent based on real life as well, this time relying on Catherine’s own memories of growing up, although this book is not nearly as true to the real events as “Christy” is. We open “Julie” to find the title character, a girl nearly eighteen years old, riding along in the family car on her way to Alderton, Pennsylvania, a small town she’s never seen … Continue reading

How Soon We Forget!

How soon we can forget the way God acts in our lives! This is one of the advantages of keeping a journal. For years I’ve been a huge fan of journals for quiet times, probably way back since I read ‘A Man Called Peter,’ by Catherine Marshall. I call mine a communuon journal because it records my communion with God, Bible readings, prayers, thoughts and how God speaks to me. This morning I plucked put one of those old journals and looked at the first page. Like Courtney I’ve been feeling a bit disenchanted with novel writing recently. I was … Continue reading

Nine Coaches Waiting – Mary Stewart

We first discussed the genre known as Gothic when I reviewed “Spindrift” by Phyllis A. Whitney. Another author to write, and excel, in the Gothic genre is Mary Stewart, whose runaway hit “Nine Coaches Waiting” was hailed by critics of her time as one of the best novels to hit the shelves. Linda Martin is half-French, half-English. During the latter part of World War II, it became necessary for her and her mother to leave France, so she left behind the only home she had ever known and came to London. Both her parents passed away and she was raised … Continue reading

I Remember Papa – Helen Ketteman

This nostalgic Depression-era book takes us back in time and reminds us of what it was like to have to make the choice of which of two needed items were the most needed. Audie is saving up his money for a baseball glove. Every weekend, he helps around the farm and earns a quarter, which he saves in a cigar box, dreaming of the day when that glove will be his. Sometimes he would listen to a baseball game on the radio with his father, and his father would always say, “Maybe someday we’ll go to a game.” But with … Continue reading