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Book Ramblings Part II

It's Friday and that means it's a day to ramble. 

Today's topic is books. It's going to be in two parts. 

Part 2

What have you been reading? Do you have a favorite genre of books? 

I usually read thrillers, the only way to get a dose of an adventure I can't get in real life.

Anyways, last year, I went out of my comfort zone and read a few books from other genres.

And one of the books that stayed with me more than the others was," The last green valley" by Mark Sullivan. 

I picked it up from outside the gym, from the little free library just because I liked the cover. I did not know anything about the story but when I saw the cover, the picture on the cover  looked familiar. I felt like I had been there. I had seen this scene in real life and that too not long ago. And then when I read the preface, I knew I had indeed been there.

The story is fiction inspired by true events. It's a story of the suffering of one family spanning from the aftermath of World War I, through World War II, and beyond. It’s one of those stories that educates you, moves you, inspires you, gives you hope. Though I had heard of the "Holodomor," I didn’t truly know the extent of the suffering of those involved until I read this book. I also did not know about ethnic Germans living in Ukraine for centuries.

This story begins in Ukraine during World War II and ends in Bozeman, Montana. At one point, when the mass migration began, the two little boys ask their mother where they were going and what will it look  like  where they are going. The mother then describes their destination, she tells them that they are going to a beautiful green valley surrounded by mountains and forests and there will be a winding river, papa will build a house for them and they will never be apart.

And here’s the magical part my friends, why this book stayed with me more than the others;  the green valley the mother described? Not only does it exist in real life, I remember standing by the roadside, soaking in that view. Even now, thinking about it fills me with joy. It’s the Gallatin River Valley in Bozeman, Montana, a place I visited last summer.

Despite the family’s years of suffering, this story had a happy ending. I’m so glad I picked up this book. It reminded me of the power of resilience, the significance of history, and how even the most unexpected things, like a random book cover can connect us to places and stories in profound ways. Serendipity my friends!

Anyways, have you read something recently that took you by surprise or left a lasting impact? I’d love to hear your thoughts and recommendations!

And lastly, I love these little free libraries, take a book, leave a book, share a book. They are everywhere in the USA. Have you spotted one in your area??

Ramblings part II.

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And here are  my pictures .




I love these "little free libraries." Is there one near you?






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