Showing posts with label Moore. Show all posts
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Monday, October 19, 2026

The Supremes at Earl's All-You-Can Eat

By Edward Kelsey Moore

Libby audiobook 12 hours

Read by Adenrele Ojo and Pamella D'Pella

Published: 2013 (this version also 2013)

Genre: mostly realistic fiction

 

Apparently, this has been made into a movie. I am a bit surprised at how many notes I jotted as I listened to this in the car. I finished it almost two weeks ago and liked some aspects and disliked others. I'm also surprised that it was written by a man. It's primarily told from women's point of views.

 

Odette, Clarice, and Barbara Jean were nicknamed "The Supremes" as teens in the 1960s. The three women have shared a lot of life in the decades since. 

 

Odette was my favorite. She was born in a sycamore tree, the source of her strength. She was married to James and could see and talk with ghosts, including her mama and Mrs. Roosevelt.

 

Clarice was a piece of work, always trying to control situations and people. But her husband Richmond's infidelity was legendary (as was her dad's) and her mom Beatrice kept encouraging her to just ignore it.

 

Barbara Jean was married to Lester. But NOT the Lester (Payne) who was her mother's pimp! Why on Earth would the author do this?! There are so many names you could choose. I almost went back to re-listen to all this because initially I thought she married the pimp. Lester. Different Lester. Barbara Jean's mom tried to extort four different men as baby daddies. Yuk. Barbara Jean slept in the library of her fancy house and tried to decide whether to hit the bottle (vodka) or open the Bible when she couldn't sleep. She dressed in sexy, tight clothes.

 

I wrote the word "dreams." I think this is in reference to the recurrent dreams Barbara Jean had about a river and a child, but I'm not sure.

 

Big Earl was married to Thelma. When she died (before the start of this book), Earl married Minnie. Minnie is a crackpot fortune teller. She also provides a lot of comic relief. Big Earl's and Thelma's son Little Earl and his wife Irma Mae took over the diner, while Big Earl helped out until his death. Big Earl's funeral was at one of the Baptist churches. It had the "sexiest Jesus."

 

Ray "Chick" Carlson was the "prettiest white boy" and hired by Big Earl back in the day. He and Barbara Jean fall in love as teens. A lot of the back story was revealed as the book went on. 

 

When Odette gets diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma, she tries to keep quiet about it. But as she loses weight, sleeps more, and lacks energy, she shares her determination to fight the disease. Her story was my favorite thread in the book, though all the women's lives are intertwined.

 

Clarice's cousin Veronica - ugh. As teens and worse as adults, these women can be catty. As she ropes Clarice into helping her plan her daughter Sharon's wedding, the women are trying to outdo one another regarding their daughters' weddings. (Clarice tried to make her daughter's wedding fancier than Odette's daughter's and then Veronica took it to the next level.) 

 

Clarice bugged me the most. How she put up with her cheating husband and acted like she had it all together - ugh. "Feeling bad about yourself is the entire point of going to church, Odette!" Clarice's Calvary Baptist was led by a pastor who told her it was her duty to stand with Richmond no matter what. What?! Why wasn't he telling Richmond to stop sinning?! 

 

First Baptist and Holy Family were the other women's churches. 

Lester Maxberry (Barbara Jean's husband) loved cars!

Clarice's mom Beatrice was yuk! "Suffering to earn the Lord's favor." Do these people not read their Bibles?

 

They all have their coping mechanisms. For Odette, it's food; for Clarice, playing piano; and for Barbara Jean, it has become alcohol.

 

I love Odette.Threatening to kill Richmond if he messed with Barbara Jean was extreme, but effective. And it was easy to believe she scared him out of doing something incredibly stupid. 

 

This takes place in Plainview, Indiana. I have a lot of random notes that I'm not going to write here. There was a place where the vocal work for Chick is wrong - his voice sounds exactly like Barbara Jean's. I don't think I could do it justice, but it was jarring to listen to.

 

Sometimes the cattiness and gossip bothered me.

 

Odette's mama and the afterlife . . . again, entertaining, but not very believable. The WORST DAY EVER is the day Adam is killed. Adam (Barbara Jean's son with Chick) was eight years old, walking down Wall Road to get to his grandma's house when he was hit and killed by a car. The car was almost certainly driven by racist Desmond Carlson, Chick's older brother. 

 

The ghost of Eleanor Roosevelt was pretty funny - drunken, irreverent, fascinated by sex and death.

 

Minnie Mac, the fortune teller, was also funny with Yvonne and her seven babies . . . "not this one. Try again." 

 

Overall, an interesting book. A bit weird. I don't plan to see the movie. 

 

Sunday, August 09, 2026

The Radium Girls: The Dark Story of America's Shining Women

By: Kate Moore

Scott County Library hardcover 399 pages plus many extras (author's note, bibliography, etc.)

Published: 2017

Genre: Non-fiction (363.17 Dewey)

 

I may need to reduce my post-its. This has taken me too long to read and I really need to get it back to the library! It was fascinating, but I didn't "like" it. These young women's lives were stolen by corporate greed. The author really captured the essence of these women who were so excited to have a well-paying job. The sheen of radium that clung to their clothing, hair, and skin seemed to be an added bonus. But that radium tortured, then killed them. And the company denied culpability. 

 

Page 6: The element was dubbed "liquid sunshine," and it lit up not just the hospitals and drawing rooms of America, but its theaters, music halls, grocery stores, and bookshelves.

 

As someone who loves shiny things and sunshine, I would have been enamored of this element in the late teens and early 1920s. That it was considered "healthy" horrifies my 2026 brain.

 

Page 9: Some earned more than three times the average factory-floor worker; some even earned more than their fathers. They were ranked in the top 5 percent of female wage-earners and on average took home $20 ($370) a week, though the fastest painters could easily earn more . . . " 

 

I'm guessing the $370 is reflecting 2017 dollars . . . and oh, how the world has changed in the past decade. The girls were hired to paint the radium-filled luminescence onto watch faces, dials, etc. The method for getting it precise included putting the tip of the paintbrush into their mouths to "point" it. These young women (and some of them teenagers!) were poisoning themselves for their lucrative jobs.

 

Page 31: The residue from radium extraction looked like seaside sand, and the company had offloaded this industrial waste by selling it to schools and playgrounds to use in their children's sandboxes; kids' shoes were reported to have turned white because of it, while one little boy complained to his mother of a burning sensation in his hands.

 

Ugh. This raises questions about how much the company knew or suspected in 1920. Willful ignorance or actual ignorance?

 

Page  50: In fact, the bibliography contained articles as far back as 1906 on the damage radium could cause.

 

This bibliography is from radium studies that the company had published! Titled "Radium Dangers - Injurious Effects." So . . . all their later claims of innocence are hard to believe. And most of what USRC (United States Radium Corporation) published were glowingly positive reviews of the benefits of radium. Those skunks!

 

Page 51:  But if you looked a little closer at all those positive publications, there was a common denominator: the researchers, on the whole, worked for radium firms. 

 

Well, yes. If you hire the "researchers," there may be some bias . . . (heavy sarcasm).

 

Page 77: His reasoning may have been political, for the Department of Labor was pro-business.

 

When the government cares more about businesses and money than about citizens, what are we to do?

 

Page 80: Grace - as had so many of her former colleagues - now became trapped in a vicious circle, with each operation incurring yet another bill. Before too long, she had to swallow her pride and ask her parents for money; but the rising medical costs desecrated both her savings and her family's bank account.

 

Grace Fryer was one of many, many young women who had teeth falling out, disintegrating jawbones, tumors ("sarcomas"), and various medical problems. Many of these dial painters were dead before they turned thirty. I probably marked many more spots like this, but I need to get this entry done and the book returned. People should not become destitute because they need medical care, especially if their job caused it!

 

Page  99: In Orange, the medical-exam results had been secretly shared with the company behind the women's backs; in Ottawa, they went straight to the corporation and cut out the middle woman entirely.

 

I hated this part! Not believing the women or their medical reports, the company made the women have medical exams AT work BY the company's doctors, and they were NOT given the results! HIPAA laws didn't exist until 1996.

 

Page 108: Radium was what one might call a boneseeker, just like calcium; and the human body is programmed to deliver calcium straight to the bones to make them stronger . . . Essentially, radium had masked itself as calcium . . . 

 

The fact that many of the women had toothaches, a lack of healing after a tooth was pulled, and pieces of jawbone coming into their mouths just leaves me sick.

 

Page 125: On June 7, 1925, the first male employee of the United States Radium Corporation died.

 

Of course, it takes the death of a young man to get the company's attention! Dr. Leman had scoffed at concerns expressed over the black lesions on his hands. He was thirty-six and didn't wear gloves at work. He had been the chief chemist.

 

Page  134: Sarah's own life may have been cut short, but the radium inside her had a half-life of 1,600 years. It would be shooting out its rays from Sarah's bones for centuries, long after she was gone.

 

That's incredible.  Later in the book, we learn that many family members of dead dial painters gave permission for their bodies to be exhumed. The glowing remains were most definitely radioactive!

 

Page 221: Predictably, USRC wheeled out Dr. Flinn, who pronounced that his tests showed "there is no radium" in the women; he was convinced, he said, that their health problems were caused by nerves. This was a common response to women's occupational illnesses, which were often first attributed to female hysteria.

 

There are times I'm really glad to have been born when I was . . . Dr. Flinn was not a medical doctor, by the way. The company hired a guy with a PhD in philosophy (or some similar field) to conduct examinations of the women who were suing the company!

 

Page 239: It was part of their settlement that they would agree to medical procedures. And so they were forced to strip as directed and went through the tests with the company men watching all they did closely.

 

Big nope. Angry nope. This was wrong on so many levels!

 

Page 272: It seemed wealthy consumers were much more worthy of protection than working-class girls; after all, dial painting was still going on, even in 1933.

 

This was after the AMA finally removed radium from a list of "New and Nonofficial Remedies." Something I dislike about humanity is how we revere financial wealth.

 

Page 296: After all, Radium Dial had long been a valued employer. With the country in the middle of its worst-ever economic depression - what some were now calling the Great Depression - communities were even more protective of the firms that could give them work and wages. The women found they were disbelieved, ignored and even shunned when they spoke out about their ailments and the cause.

 

I can't imagine the heartbreak of extreme physical ailments, miscarriages, etc. AND being treated like the bad guy as a young woman. One thing this author does well is making these women real to the reader. I went back to the photographs in the middle several times to see the faces of these women. 

 

Page  329: The hard tumor on her hipbone, which had so been concerning Catherine over the past few months, was now "about the size of a grapefruit."

 

This thirty-five year old was down to 71 pounds, couldn't hold her children, and had a white blood cell count of a few hundred (8,000 is closer to normal). I read a few paragraphs of this page to Louie and he was horrified, too. "Catherine kept having to pick out pieces of her jawbone from her mouth." What part of female hysteria does this fit? 

 

Page  336: The girls had been shunned, told they were liars and cheats and frauds; they had seen the company literally get away with murder. The truth was what they were fighting for.

 

Since the company was closed (and then reopened as a different company), there was not much in the way of money for the women's medical expenses. Over and over again, the company claimed it wasn't their fault that these workers were ill.

 

Page 368 has a letter that Catherine wrote which was widely publicized and resulted in thousands of people across the country praying for her. She lived far longer than was expected. 

 

In the epilogue, we learn that WWII dramatically increased the radium dial-painting industry.

 

Page 377: . . . the United States used more than 190 grams of radium for luminous dials during the Second World War; in contrast, fewer than 30 grams were used worldwide in the earlier conflict.

 

I was shocked when I read that. Not the increase from WWI to WWII . . . the fact that it was such a tiny amount that cause so much destruction! The amount used - 190 grams - is less than half a pound!

 

Page 381: . . . the death of a dial-painter's sister: she had "reportedly died from radiation exposure, but had never worked at the [USRC] plant. The source of contamination appears to have been her sister, the dial painter, with whom she shared a bed."

 

Dude. That's insane. The radium killed the sister of a dial painter from being in close proximity!

 

Page 382: In 1963, perhaps at least partly in response to the research on the dial-painters, President Kennedy signed the international Limited Test Ban Treaty, which prohibited atomic tests above ground, underwater, and in outer space. Strontium-90, it had been determined, was too dangerous for humanity after all.

 

Page 385 tells about a radioactive waste landfill that had homes built on top of it! "More than 200 acres of land were affected in Orange, some to a depth of more than fifteen feet." The author also shares that the former site of Radium Dial in Ottawa, Illinois, became a meat-locker company. Employees died of cancer and "a family who purchased meat there found that 'every brother got colon cancer within six months of each other.'" On and on it goes! This is why we need government regulation of industry! Companies care about profits, not the environment or destruction of  ordinary people's lives.

 

Page 391: The dial-painters' case ultimately led to the establishment of the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, which now works nationally in the United States to ensure safe working conditions.

 

OSHA is one good thing that resulted from all this, but I'm still horrified at the losses in these young women's lives.

 

Page 392: That was the tragedy. Radium had been known to be harmful since 1901. Every death since was unnecessary.

 

Page 398: But there were no warning signs in the workrooms. The women had been told that, as long as they didn't lip-point, they would be perfectly safe. 

These women worked in a little town called Ottawa, Illinois. These women worked for Joseph Kelly's firm, Luminous Processes.

The year was 1978.

 

What?! Forty years after the big lawsuit, appeals, and verdict . . . the company (in a new guise) just kept up their game? So very, very sad.

 


 

Saturday, April 30, 2022

The Stars Beneath Our Feet

by David Barclay Moore

NPMS paperback 288 pages plus author's note

Published: 2017

Genre: YA realistic fiction

 

I picked this up because I was substitute teaching and finished the book I had brought with me. (It was a quieter day than usual.) Although I didn't find it as powerful as other urban books I've read, it was worth reading! 

 

Faves: the moments I tagged and blogged below . . . but overall, I'd say the characters and their arcs. I also liked that there were surprises for me as a reader.

 

Least Faves: the grammar! Even though the author purposely is using authentic "Black English," it's so hard for me to read things like "a apple" instead of "an apple." I'm kind of a dinosaur about this . . . 

 

Quick synopsis from the back cover:  "It all started with two garbage bags full of Legos. Or maybe it was Jermaine dying. Or that fight they had before 'Maine got shot. Lolly's having a hard time knowing how to be without his older brother around. Seems like he's either sad or mad. The thing that helps most is building. His mom's girlfriend gave him two huge bags of Legos, and Lolly's working on a project so big it outgrows his apartment. But there are dangers outside. Older guys who harass Lolly and jump him and his friend Vega. What would Jermaine want him to do? Get with a crew and take revenge? Or build a different kind of world for himself? Lolly's going to have to figure this one out on his own."

 

Page 46 - "I used to be angry like that. You gotta deal with anger, or anger will deal with you."


Social worker Mr. Ali brings Lolly in for "talks" that Lolly doesn't want. He stuffs his feelings instead of dealing with them. Mr. Ali's wisdom comes from experience. I like how Lolly pulls Mr. Ali's story out of him as their conversations continue and Lolly starts opening up.


Page 54 - "I didn't tell him the mouse had come with my new tablet. Afterward, I felt a little funny. I had been doing more and more stuff like this - mean stuff. It was getting easier and easier."


I thought it was kind of funny when Lolly freaked out his dad's newest girlfriend by pointing and saying he had seen a mouse. But when he talks about it being easier to be mean, I felt sad for kids who channel their emotions this way.


Page 60 - "'Be open,' he said. I'd rather keep closed. Nobody got me. Nobody cared. I felt sick and hot."


Even more than forty years later, I remember this feeling. As an adult, I know that it isn't true, yet it's what so many young people feel and believe. They're alone and no one understands what they're dealing with.


Page 65 - "Tonight I was so high up. A big blast could take me right over this edge. I wondered what it would feel like to fall. Bad thoughts. Bad memories."


This is another thing I remember - contemplating suicide. I don't think I was ever actually suicidal as a teenager, but I thought about how it would be if I died and how others would miss me or regret being unkind. I didn't spend a lot of time thinking about it, but I remember having these thoughts as Lolly did at the top of his building, looking down.


Page 91 - "Smoking cigarettes was like sucking on the exhaust pipe of a car with a running motor. I could hear everybody laughing. I felt so queasy. Why did people smoke, anyhow?"


Yes! It's so gross. I'm really glad it never appealed to me (and my friends didn't "make me" try it like Lolly's did).


Page 162 - "In the city room Vega sat on a upside-down pickle bucket playing his violin while he watched me and Rose build. He was still mad. And playing a sad song. In fact, Vega's music was making me sad even though I had been feeling all right before. It's funny how music can do that to you. I guess all art is like that. Making art, you can sure change people. Make them feel a certain way or think a certain way."


Great statement on the power of art! Music has often impacted my mood.


Page 213 - "I was surprised by how fast it fell. The construction had taken so long. The destruction didn't last any time at all. I guess it's quicker to tear down something than to build it up."


I've experienced this. You spend a lot of time building something (like a Lego tower or a sand castle) and it can be quickly destroyed! I also love the parallel with humans and relationships. That last line has a lot of wisdom in it.


Page 228 - "I wondered how different I would be if I'd grown up like that, surrounded by art all the time instead of Ma's Pez holders."


Nature and nurture! Those of us who were able to go to museums, parks, theatres, etc. as children have a definite advantage over those who don't have those opportunities.


Page 270 - "Breathing was about the only thing regular about how we lived."


Lolly and Vega are on a wall by the Harlem River. It's a pivotal scene and I don't want to give anything away. This is where my eyes are really opened to what it might be like for a young black male in an urban setting to try to figure out life . . . 


Page 287 - "It had to do with who he had started to roll with, I thought. The folks you hang out with can raise you up or bring you low. Over time, they can make you think a certain way - change who you really are. Jermaine didn't realize that, I guess."


The people you spend time with can raise you up or bring you low . . . no matter your age, race, or gender. I appreciate my friends!


Page 289 (Author's note) - "If you want to be a storyteller, it's important to understand other people's points of view. We often feel that we must say what we must say. It's also crucial, however, to listen to other voices. Listening, I think, is the best way to learn about those who differ from you. Reading is a form of listening."


Amen!

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

An Unseemly Wife

by E.B. Moore
Hennepin County Library paperback 309 pages
genre: Christian historical fiction

I've never been a huge fan of Amish fiction, and a story set during the Westward Expansion is even less inspiring to me. Ruth reluctantly goes west with her husband Aaron and four children while nine months pregnant . . . I told Louie if he'd told me we were doing this, I would have said "have fun."

pg 71 - ". . . the end destination made Aaron seem wooly-minded, even greedy in light of the plenty they possessed." Although the reasons Aaron gave for wanting to leave made sense, they really had a nice life already. Why risk everything for more land?

pg. 96 - "This was not who she wanted to be. She believed the tenets of giving and receiving." I like Ruth as a character and her strength. She was a great protagonist.

pg 114 - Part II "Keeping Plain" . . . the delineation between the sections wasn't very distinct other than the lovely section headers.

pg 146 - "No, her children would not be baptized. They would choose at eighteen, the way everyone in their Fold did, and until then no one could deny them the glory of God's love. It wasn't theirs to withhold." I love this! Infant baptism vs. individuals choosing for themselves. It makes a difference!

pg 170 - When Bathsheba went missing, I was so sad. That cow was precious and meant so much to Ruth.

pg 234 - Ely and his bride eyeballing all Ruth's and Aaron's possessions . . . how maddening! I could identify with Ruth's feelings a lot.

pg 247 - Part III "A Wager of Bones" - I finally lost it and cried hard at the end. When Ruth and Esther (dear little Esther!) walked past the people who gathered to watch the wagon burning . . .

This was a depressing story. I still don't like Amish stories. We had a great conversation about it.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Other Wes Moore: One Name, Two Fates

by Wes Moore
Hennepin County Library audiobook 5 discs
read by the author
genre: non-fiction, memoir, social commentary

"Two kids with the same name were born blocks apart in the same decaying city within a year of each other. One grew up to be a Rhodes Scholar, decorated combat veteran, White House Fellow, and business leader. The other is serving a life sentence in prison."

I had read a review of this book a few years ago, then saw it on the shelf at the library. What a fascinating story of similarities and differences. The tag line of "The chilling truth is that his story could have been mine, The tragedy is that my story could have been his." Moore says that he doesn't really know why their lives turned out so differently. He talks about choices and the mentors he had. I think one key difference is that the author had a loving, attentive father who happened to die when the author was quite young. The other Wes Moore had no father at all.

I love this quote from the book: "Boredom in teenage boys is a powerful motivation to create chaos." How true! There were other parts in the epilogue I would like to note, but time is short and I need to get going.

Oh! I like what he had to say about privilege and chances and the role of luck. Even though I know I've had a lot of privileges (due to my skin color, neighborhood, parents, etc.), I can't really know what it's like to feel that I could never succeed. As a teacher, I get frustrated with kids who seem (to me) to squander their opportunities. I forget sometimes that I was raised in such a way that success was expected. This book is a worthwhile read.

I also liked how the author identified poverty as he knew it growing up in Baltimore and the Bronx versus the poverty he saw in South Africa when he studied abroad.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Same Kind of Different as Me

by Ron Hall, Denver Moore, and Lynn Vincent 

Hennepin County Library hardcover 235 pages 

genre: true life story 

subtitled: a modern-day slave, an international art dealer, and the unlikely woman who bound them together 

 

Amazing. Absolutely incredible story told in alternating chapters between Ron Hall (the art dealer) and Denver Moore (the black homeless man). This book had SO much going on that I want to own a copy. I love the life lessons that Ron learned. I cried. It is a beautiful book. Everyone in book club today enjoyed it. Excellent read!

 

<Above posted 3.26.2012. Below added 12.08.2020.>

 

I thought about buying a copy of this to own, but decided to re-read a library copy instead. (I've been trying to decrease my possessions . . . ) This is truly an amazing story. 

 

The pieces of Denver's story told in his youth in Louisiana really struck me. The time three white teenagers roped him and dragged him because he was helping a white woman change the tire on her car. Why didn't she speak up?! And seeing the house burn with his grandma inside, not being able to wake her up. How awful!

 

There are so many times that Ron's attitude and language bug me, but I appreciate that he is honest about his own skewed perspective. And I love the truth of what believers can do - share their own story. Amen! On page 61, I loved this observation:

Looking back now, I mourn the mutual wounds inflicted in verbal battles with the "unsaved." In fact, I have chosen to delete that particular term from my vocabulary as I have learned that even with my $500 European-designer bifocals, I cannot see into a person's heart to know his spiritual condition. All I can do is tell the jagged tale of my own spiritual journey and declare that my life has been the better for having followed Christ.

 

 All of Debbie's cancer journey was so very hard to read . . . the pain, the faith, the prayers, and the challenges. I loved how God spoke to and through Denver throughout this journey.


Page 143 has an example of Deborah's faithfulness. What an amazing woman!

"Let's praise God," she said.

"For what?" I thought without saying it.

"Let's forget what he (the doctor) said about only living one year, and let's just trust God," she told me. "Dr. Goldstein is just a doctor. We serve the living God, who knows our number of days. I intend to fulfill each one of mine."


There was some humor mixed in, mostly from Denver's perspective. At a fancy dinner honoring their work with the homeless, Denver made this observation (page 200-1).


When the food come, I took my cloth napkin and put it on my lap. And I kept a eye on Mr. Ron to make sure I was usin the right fork. I had learned by then that rich white folks got a lotta rules 'bout forks. I still ain't figured out why they got to use three or four different ones and make a lotta extra work for the folks in the kitchen.


Page 211 at Deborah's funeral from Denver's perspective (my bolding):


Then I felt like the Lord had given me a word for the people that was gathered there. And when the Lord say "speak," ain't much you can do but get up, open your mouth, and see what comes out.

Here's what come out that day: "Miss Debbie was a close enough friend a' mine that I prayed and prayed for her, day and night - even to the point of offerin God life for life. 'Let me go in,' I said to Him. 'Let her stay here, 'cause she more worthy than me to stay here on this earth, and I would be better off to go on up to heaven 'cause I ain't had no kinda luck down here.'"


Finally, on page 230, Ron's humble honesty resonates with me.


The pain of losing Deborah still brings tears. And I cannot mask my profound disappointment that God did not answer yes to our prayers for healing. I think He's okay with that. One of the phrases we evangelicals like to throw around is that Christianity is "not a religion; it's a relationship." I believe that, which is why I know that when my faith was shattered and I raged against Him, He still accepted me. And even though I have penciled a black mark in His column, I can be honest about it. That's what a relationship is about.


After re-reading this, I went online to "catch up" with these people. Ron Hall has remarried. Denver died in 2012. Ron's and Debbie's kids have families and careers of their own. Life goes on. God is good.


 

 

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Get Out of that Pit

by Beth Moore
Carver County audioCD
read by the author
subtitled "Straight Talk about God's Deliverance"

I usually really enjoy Beth Moore's teaching, but this one didn't connect for me. I thought about sharing it with Ann, but that might be a bit much for her. I liked her down-to-earth conversational style, though she talked really darn fast. I like her illustrations. I thought about any "pits" I might be living in, but couldn't relate too much. She's great at encouraging, though, and I appreciate that about her.