When a woman writes about a young woman who wants to be a
writer, I am then a woman, who herself has always wanted to be a writer, who is
then reading about a young writer which is written by a woman who herself
wanted to be a writer and became one.
You see how these stories feed my soul.
“Julie”, written by Cathrine Marshall in the last years of
her life and career, was a hot cup of earl grey tea with raw local honey to my
chilly Fall evenings. This book has
become my friend. The kind you actually
keep a paperback of and treasure it next to your college copy of The Screw Tape
Letters.
Julie is a lovely, tender-hearted, sincere 18-year-old daughter of a
troubled former pastor who moves his family of five to a small flood-prone town
during the Great Depression. The
financial downs and spiritual lifts are centered around the local newspaper
that Julie’s father publishes and the effects it has on the poor and rich. The most perfect part about the whole story
is Julie’s perfectly normal imperfection.
She is flawed and struggling with God’s realness and reachability. She is a part of the church but is she a part
of Jesus?
I loved it. It was
sweet and warm. Like an old Doris Day
movie.
Rachel’s Review Rating
Comforting…3 stars
Author’s style…10 stars
Read again…5 stars
Will husband read it…0 stars
Protaganist…15 stars
Antagonist… -15 stars
Did her children antagonize her while she was trying to read
it…10 stars
“Sometimes I wondered how and when this dream had
started. For as far back as I could
remember, the sound of words, the reading of stories, even the handling of
books had not been merely a delight—it had been irresistible enchantment.”
(page62)
Exactly, dear Julie.
Exactly.
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