The Bird’s Visit

CaptureMy Featured Blogger this week is Rachel Mankowitz of The Cricket Pages. Rachel is a gifted professional writer and writing coach who also teaches Hebrew language classes. I know you’ll enjoy Rachel’s blog posts, but I’d particularly like to point you toward her novel Yeshiva Girl (mentioned at the end of her post). I just finished reading it and wholeheartedly recommend it!

Yeshiva Girl is a subtle, nuanced, funny, and ultimately moving story about an Orthodox Jewish teenager Izzy’s struggle to find her sense of place and self at a time when her family life has been upended by charges of sexual abuse against her father. The story, which features marvelous character development and dialogue, is driven not so much by what happens as what doesn’t happen. It’s about what bubbles beneath the surface: longing, repression, and fear-driven inaction.

Read Rachel Mankowitz. Read Yeshiva Girl!

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11 Responses to The Bird’s Visit

  1. hettystuart says:

    A beautiful story, this bird one. I’ve ordered the book from the local library – they’re having trouble finding it. Too bad, as I think it’ll make an excellent book club story.

  2. This story, with the frustration of trying to help a bird that just doesn’t understand, reminds me of this Christmas story from Paul Harvey…

    https://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=paul+harvey+christmas+devotion&&view=detail&mid=073BFD902634BD049DAF073BFD902634BD049DAF&rvsmid=F1E3A6BFD235C0058390F1E3A6BFD235C0058390&FORM=VDQVAP

  3. Thank you so much!!!!

  4. Eliza says:

    Thanks for sharing it

  5. She’s one of the people I read and I too have read her novel. It is powerful!

  6. I was given a copy of “My Name is Asher Lev” years ago. I’m looking forward to Ms. Mankowitz’s depiction of modern life in an orthodox family. As one from a non-Jewish Scots-Irish background, where families are frequently something one can’t wait to be disassociated with, geographically and otherwise, Jewish family life, with its mutual support, bonds of knship — just, apparent togetherness, intrigues me deeply. I know there are frustrations with such close kinship but there is a deep longing for it, in people like me anyway. Shalom.

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