'We Were The Lucky Ones' Belongs On Your Top 10 Books To Read This Summer

'We Were The Lucky Ones' Belongs On Your Top 10 Books To Read This Summer

Based around the true story of the Kurc family before, during, and after the Holocaust tore them apart. A story filled with power, destruction, and mostly love.

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World War II we know was brutal based on the history books we may read in school or from our Grandparents stories of this time. And every time we read something new about the cruelty of this war we are brought back into this place of solemnity and powerlessness. We read stories from the survivors of the labor and death camps, soldiers in this war, the leadership and power on all ends of this time. It's brutal really but it's something that we must remember today. We can't forget the past we must learn from it.

Georgia Hunter's book 'We Were The Lucky Ones" is based on the true stories that she heard and researched about her own family. Her grandpa was a Jew who actually was in France when Poland was overtaken by Hitler and his hometown turned into a bloody and depressing place where his family was forced from their homes and into the ghetto and ultimately separated for nearly 8 years.

This meant years without being able to contact one another and let each other know they were alive; years of having to just assume their siblings and in Mila's case (one of the sisters we read in the book) to assume her husband had died in the war just so she could keep going and fighting for her and her infant child's life.

Georgia Hunter's work is one of the best you will read about what is was like for Jews before, during, and after the war was finished.

Between chapters which are titled by the name of the sibling she focused the chapter on, Georgia adds bits of facts about where the war was at at the time of this character's journey. She was able to connect all these siblings and parents stories together beautifully through the date at which the characters experienced each event.

And the characters are truly based on people in her family; her Great-Grandparents, her Grandma and Grandpa, her Great-Aunts and Great-Uncles, cousins are all part of it. This book wasn't written just so people would buy her work, it was written because she had it on her heart to write down these stories and events her family was sharing. She knew she needed to keep these stories alive even after her loved ones are gone.

"We Were the Lucky Ones" is a beautiful story dedicated to a family who through the hardest and most inhumane of the human existence, stayed true to one another and fought to survive and return to one another, no matter what. Packed with actions, destruction, love, and above all hope, "We Were the Lucky Ones" is a must read!

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13 Of The Best, Most Famous Poems Ever Written

Masterpieces by some of our favorites like as Shakespeare, John Donne, and Homer.
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Some of us read poetry for an eager and fast escape from this world. On the other hand, some of us read poetry solely to share it with the ones we love. There are miracles on paper that can easily be forgotten about if we let them be. The following poems are written by some of our favorites such as Shakespeare, John Donne, Homer, and more. It is clear why these have become some of the most famous and unforgettable poems ever written. So grab a pen, and interpret these poems in your own, unique way.

1. “Go and Catch a Falling Star” - John Donne

Go and catch a falling star,

Get with child a mandrake root,

Tell me where all past years are,

Or who cleft the devil's foot,

Teach me to hear mermaids singing,

Or to keep off envy's stinging,

And find

What wind

Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,

Things invisible to see,

Ride ten thousand days and nights,

Till age snow white hairs on thee,

Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,

All strange wonders that befell thee,

And swear,

No where

Lives a woman true, and fair.

If thou find'st one, let me know,

Such a pilgrimage were sweet;

Yet do not, I would not go,

Though at next door we might meet;

Though she were true, when you met her,

And last, till you write your letter,

Yet she

Will be

False, ere I come, to two, or three.

2. “Drinking Alone in the Moonlight” - Li Po

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine,

No friends at hand, so I poured alone;

I raised my cup to invite the moon,

Turned to my shadow, and we became three.

Now the moon had never learned about drinking,

And my shadow had merely followed my form,

But I quickly made friends with the moon and my shadow;

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Whenever I sang, the moon swayed with me;

Whenever I danced, my shadow went wild.

Drinking, we shared our enjoyment together;

Drunk, then each went off on his own.

But forever agreed on dispassionate revels,

We promised to meet in the far Milky Way.

3. “Sonnet 18” - William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

4. “The World Is Too Much with Us” - William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

5. “She Walks in Beauty” - Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

6. “How Do I Love Thee?”- Elizabeth Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,












I shall but love thee better after death.

7. “ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” -Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

8. The Jabberwocky” - Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

9. “Tears Fall in My Heart” - Paul Verlaine

Tears fall in my heart

Rain falls on the town;

what is this numb hurt

that enters my heart?

Ah,the soft sound of rain

on roofs, on the ground!

To a dulled heart they came,

ah, the song of the rain!

Tears without reason

in the disheartened heart.

What? no trace of treason?

This grief's without reason.

It's far the worst pain

to never know why

without love or disdain

my heart has such pain!

10. “We Wear the Mask” - Paul Lawrence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!

11. “The Panther” - Rainer Maria Rilke

His vision, from the constantly passing bars,

has grown so weary that it cannot hold

anything else. It seems to him there are

a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,

the movement of his powerful soft strides

is like a ritual dance around a center

in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils

lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,

rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,

plunges into the heart and is gone.

12. “Sea Fever” - John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

13. "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight" -Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

















Save these poems for your next coffee shop date or solitude moment. You might be surprised at how much you can find yourself in a poem.

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April Showers Bring...Books?

Top books on my TBR list springing forward into the warmer months.

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Every few months, I create a TBR list, or to-be-read list, for myself. Sometimes I'm able to stick to it, other times I go to Barnes & Noble and end up leaving with new books that bump the older ones down a peg. However, more recently I've been determined to keep my TBR list concrete and at least make some effort to conquer it. This semester I haven't bought as many books as I usually do because I don't work when I'm at college and my money has to go to more important things. I've purchased a couple with the help of gift cards and gracious parents who fulfill my book-buying tendencies sometimes when they come to visit. The books on this TBR are a product of the more recent books I've hauled:

1. "Love Defined: Embracing God's Vision for Lasting Love and Satisfying Relationships" by Kristen Clark & Bethany Baird

I've wanted to read this book SO MUCH since I bought it. Singleness can be lonely at times, but it doesn't have to be upsetting or daunting. I've heard a lot of sermons on relationships; it's one of my favorite things to hear about because I love seeing Godly relationships. That's one of the reasons that I can't wait to read this novel, and also because it's geared toward girls my age. Just because I'm single doesn't mean I can't dream for my future or prepare myself for when I'm not single.

2. "The Shack" by William Paul Young

"The Shack" is one of the more emotional, if not the most emotional, reads I have on my TBR list. It's centered around a family, specifically the dad, Mackenzie, who's just lost their youngest member when she's murdered whilst on a family trip. The family is Christian and the two parents have raised their children in Christ, but the dad has been struggling even more since his little girl's death. When an invitation arrives inviting him to the very cabin in which his daughter was murdered, he goes expecting to kill the murderer or be killed himself. Once he gets there, however, he encounters the Trinity of God.

3. "Becoming Mrs. Lewis" by Patti Callahan

I saw this book for the first time a few days ago when I was at Barnes & Noble and was drawn to it by its cover. It looked, upon first glance, absolutely British and that's what attracted me. Come to find out it's about C.S. Lewis' wife, Joy. When she began writing to Lewis, she was looking for spiritual answers, not love. Her crumbling marriage was enough to keep her from thinking about that. However, as their relationship over letters grew, her heartbreak at one love's failed endeavor resulted in another love's strength and helped produce the fantastical stories Lewis is best known for today.

4. "The Distance Between Us" by Reyna Grande

This is another novel I saw when I was at Barnes & Noble. It's a memoir written by a girl who lived in two different worlds, America and Mexico. Her parents would trek across the Mexican border in search of the American dream while she and her siblings were forced to stay behind with their stern grandmother. I find immigrant stories very interesting and, even though I'm a Republican, I'll be honest that I don't agree with "the wall." I know our safety is important but many families, like Reyna's, only want the chance to make a better life for themselves - and who are we to deny them that?

5. "The Magnolia Story" by Chip & Joanna Gaines

Anyone who knows me knows I LOVE Fixer Upper and the Gaines family! It's not only their major decorating skills, but it's also the way they live their life. They are an openly Christian family who've shown God's love through so many outlets they've been blessed with. I started reading this book when I first bought it a while back, but for some reason (probably school), I wasn't able to keep reading at the pace I wished to. So now, I want to start from square one and actually finish it!

6. "Five Feet Apart" by Rachael Lippincott

As always, my reading list consists of several that have film or television adaptations. I love the fact that my generation has made it such a priority to get movie ideas from books; there's so many stories to tell and details within books that translate onto the screen well. If you haven't heard about this story, it's a coming-of-age tale about two teenagers with Cystic Fibrosis who meet and fall in love, despite having to stay five feet apart all the time.

7. "The Sun Is Also A Star" by Nicola Yoon

I have to give it up for YA authors in the past couple of years. They are kicking butt at writing culturally diverse stories! This novel is about a girl named Natasha who doesn't believe in fate and a boy named Daniel who does. They meet and it's the classic love story of "boy and girl fall in love," with a twist of course. Natasha's family is being deported to Jamaica in twelve hours.

Those are seven books that I plan to read during the spring and summer months! Stay tuned and maybe I'll do a wrap-up article after I finish them all! And go see the movies too, obviously!

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