REAWAKENING

 Editorial Reviews

Review

With regard to this book let me share with you one review by Maggie Kirton who is the Executive Director of Wynterblue Publishing Canada, publisher of "REAWAKENING".

She writes, "Every now and then a manuscript comes across my desk that completely captivates me. Austin has reached inside the human heart and removed all boundaries pertaining to everlasting love ... and her ability to play with the English language successfully is astounding.

Austin's Reawakening is a must read. It will take you into a land not far from your heart and bring you back to earth again believing that all things are possible with love and hope."

Another review of REAWAKENING:

" Let me first wipe my droplets of moisture from my eyes. Some shed from sadness of a love so strong and true, that never seems to be a " togetherness of two the way I would hope. Then some shed for the amazing job... Austin did in making me laugh at the craziness of our "human" lives.

"Reawakening" is a story I could not give anything less than 5 stars to. It is a love story, mixed with sci-fi, also mixed with drama and the comedy that sneaks up if you have the ability to laugh at oneself. Would I go as far as calling this book a romance...no I cannot! It is a book of love, true love, something many think they know, but will realize if by this story very few may actually have it right. A love on earth where age, appearance were not important to the two involved, happiness, comfort, and love was without a question in their lives. A must read for men and women.

Ann237 Beauregard

From the Author

Reawakening is a novel that reveals itself in a place called Notsew. Here is a story that takes the reader on a journey, along with the story's characters, far from earth. In this place called Notsew the powers that be have great curiosity. They want to learn more about why human beings do the things they do and mostly they want to learn about some strange phenomena best described as emotion. The story's characters find themselves unwilling participants in an experiment.

I dedicated this story to my dear sister, Muriel, because she just loved it. Of all the things I had written this was her favourite. And though my sister is now also far from earth the love we shared continues to make me feel as close to her as ever.

Although I didn't know it at the time I wrote Reawakening, I believe there were greater forces at work. Why do I think this? Because the love my sister & I continue to share is the kind of love shared by the characters in this story. Nothing and no one - not even death - can lessen the power of love.

"Reawakening" is available in Kindle, Paperback, and Audio Book formats on all Amazon sites.

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Remembering 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn'

 Once reminded of 'A Tree Grows in Brooklyn', I knew I wanted to watch it again. I was happy to find it on YouTube. What a great way to spend some Saturday hours! Since I grew up in Toronto, although I lived in a quieter, less busy, residential area than the Nolan family, the city setting made me feel right at home.

So much was familiar, the butcher shop, the junk man with his horse and cart, the kids finding ways to make money, the school classroom with its desks in rows, teacher at the blackboard with pointer in hand, kids playing in the streets with no worries about their safety, the insurance man who came each month to collect the premiums, the rollerskates that meant the world to this little girl. And the tree - the tree, like the people, reaching for the sun and, against all the odds, living a good life.

The world I grew up in was maybe no better, no worse, than our world today but the world I grew up in was very different, and I'm grateful that I have been able to experience and to enjoy the very different, less stressful lifestyle, where Saturday meant the matinee at the Grant theatre with double feature and a cartoon for fifteen cents. With our 25 cents weekly allowance we still had ten cents left over for popcorn and three for a cent candies. Sunday morning meant going to church and Sunday afternoons meant going, nickel in hand for the collection plate, to Sunday School. Weekdays meant walking several city blocks to school where we lined up and marched into our classrooms to the beat of the military band music that filled the school yard through the loud speaker.

There was something called 'service' in those long-ago days. I remember the milkman, the breadman, the coalman, the iceman, the doctor who came to the home when called. I remember city front verandahs where the parents and the grandparents sat and watched the kids playing in the streets. A city neighbourhood much like a small town where everybody knew everybody and kids couldn't get away with anything. There was always someone watching. These are all very good memories.

If you haven't watched "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn", I highly recommend it - a very authentic portrayal of life for many in 'the good old days'.