RECENT RELEASE: You’ll Be A Survivor

January 1, 2019

Random question: If you were able to somehow return to your high school days, would you?
I didn’t think so.

And, by the way, it’s not like I had a miserable high school experience. Baruch Hashem I was a good student, and I had my circle of friends. Yes, I admit to being studious and letting the heavy homework load and test schedule drive me just a little bit batty—but I don’t think that’s why I wouldn’t want to go back to being a high school student.

It’s the politics that come along with high school. The intensity of it all. The fear of being seen walking to the drinking fountain alone (Will people think I don’t have friends?); the hyperventilating if you find yourself wearing the wrong kind of ensemble for School Shabbos; the self-consciousness of eating a piece of cake in public, because what if people think I don’t care about my weight? And on and on… It’s enough to drive a mature adult really batty!

So yeah, I’m glad those high school years are over and done with, and we’re on to bigger and better things in life.

But sometimes, it’s good to be reminded of what exactly high school life is all about, even if only to be grateful that you’re no longer in that era. And if you are a high school girl still in the thick of those years, it’s incredibly validating to read an outsider’s perspective of it.

That’s why I think You’ll Be a Survivor is such a phenomenal book. In this novel, where the main characters are a tenth grader and a twelfth grader, the author really gets it. She gets the whole peer pressure syndrome, the need for friends’ validation…everything that goes into being a modern-day high school girl. And she takes that knowledge and creates an emotional  and suspenseful storyline around it. The book is incredibly relatable, and pulses with real-life drama in a way that truly touches the reader, no matter what stage of life she may be at.

Take my word for it: if you’re a teenager, or the mother of one, or even if you’re neither—you’ll love You’ll Be a Survivor.

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Night Flower – Chapter 53

December 31, 2018

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 53 of a new online serial novel, Night Flower, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week.  Click here for previous chapters.

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Ezriel and Dina Struk left the office of Martin Weber, a noted attorney who specialized in cases that dealt with the smuggling of valuable items. His office was on the seventh floor of the Tel Aviv Towers, and they hurried toward the elevator, hoping to be able to catch the eight o’clock train to Haifa.

Ezriel summoned the elevator, but the latter seemed to be working at its own pace.

“He actually sounded encouraging,” Dina said, just to cut the silence that filled the lobby where they waited, the air between them, and the entire floor.

“Well, what does he care?” Her husband was rather somber, and not interested in smiling. “As long as he is not actively managing the case, he has no problem making promises. But I don’t know how knowledgeable he really is in Russian law. Somehow, things sounded much simpler from him than they do when Shlomo’s lawyers present them,” he said, staring at the glass wall in front of him with narrowed eyes.

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December 26, 2018

When I Am an Abba

Do you have a kid (or two, or three…) who is a black and white thinker?
You know the type. You tell him he needs to share his toys with his friends, and the next thing you know, he’s giving away all of his stuff to them. But then when you tell him, “You can’t give away that game that Bubby gave you!” he looks at you with big, innocent eyes and says, “But you told me that I need to share!”

Yeah, kind of like Amelia Bedelia, only without the idioms.

If you’re nodding along with this and thinking, Yup, that’s my child, then you—and your child—will love When I Am an Abba.

This book is a great way to teach kids why they need to follow rules. Parents don’t tell their children to wear a coat when going outside in the cold, or that they must clean up their toys, for no reason, or simply because they like bossing their children around. Believe it or not, kids, there is a lot of seichel behind the rules your parents make for you!

Yet for all of those literal, black-and-white-thinking kind of kids, whose thought process goes, If it’s so important to wear a coat now, then I must need to wear a coat always, always, this book allows for the child’s common sense to kick in and save the situation—all in a light and fun way. Yes, it’s important to wear a coat when it’s zero degrees outside, but bundling up on a hot summer day? Not such a good idea…

Let your kids enjoy some good, old-fashioned fun and giggles with this delightful  book, by popular children’s author Dishy Shiffman!

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Night Flower – Chapter 52

December 23, 2018

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 52 of a new online serial novel, Night Flower, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week.  Click here for previous chapters.

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It was early afternoon when Yoel parked his car near the community center in Yokne’am. He had popped over for a surprise visit to his sister and her children, to see how they were; maybe he’d order some pizza if he saw she hadn’t prepared lunch and they hadn’t eaten yet. But only Dovi and the baby were home, along with the girl who lived with them. There was a tantalizing aroma of something baking in the oven, and Dovi’s face was stained with ketchup, though he ran to clean it off before going back to cheder for the afternoon.

They didn’t know when Chaiky would be home, so Yoel decided to wait for her here, outside the community center. After waiting ten minutes, however, he gave up and called her.

“Chaiky, are you going to be at the community center for a while?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, sounding a bit disoriented. “Why, did you need something from me?”

“I just wanted to visit. I’m parked outside the community center now. So, should I come back another time?”

“No, no,” she said hastily, sensing that it would not be wise—or nice—to send him away after he’d made the effort to come all the way there. “The truth is that a few interesting things have happened here, and they are just telling me about them now. I’d want to hear your take on them. I’ll be out in two minutes, okay?”

“Fine,” he said, and leaned back. He wondered how long “two minutes” was, in female language.

It wasn’t as long as he’d feared. After four and a half minutes, he saw Chaiky walking down the path, Naomi’s hand tucked into hers. They climbed into his car.

“Hello, Yoel.” Chaiky’s voice was tight.

“Hi. Regards from your house—it smells delicious there, and everything was calm and quiet. Since when does Dovi go back to cheder in the afternoon?”

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December 20, 2018

Here is an experiment you can try at home.

Keep your cell phone on hand—in your pocketbook, on the counter near you, wherever you want—but don’t look at it for a complete hour. Not even a peek. Not even if it rings and buzzes and pings away. Let all those calls go to voice mail, let all those texts go unread, until the hour is up.

Could you do that?

Not so easy, right?

The crazy thing is that many people are not even aware of how technology dictates their choices; how it rules their lives in so many ways.

And that is why Tech Talk, by Aliza Feder, is such a must-read.

Whether we like it or not, technology is here to stay. But that doesn’t mean our free choice is gone and that we must go with the flow of the technology-obsessed world around us. We can take a stand, have a long, hard look at technology and at what it does to us, and then decide for ourselves whether or not we will submit to the lure of the Smartphone and all that comes along with it.

In this book, that’s exactly what Malka, Sarit, Mina, Zahava, Rochel, and Mordechai did. These six brave souls kept a running journal of their use of technology and their thoughts and feelings about it, over the course of a year-and were astounded at their discoveries through their journeys. No, they weren’t throwing out their phones or cutting themselves off from society at the end of the “experiment,” yet each of them, being honest, thinking individuals, found tremendous room for growth as they explored their inner world via these journals.

You, too, can gain much inspiration and food for thought from their candidness. Written by a beloved high school teacher and magazine columnist, Tech Talk is the book of choice for all those seeking an honest take on the affect of technology in our lives.

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Night Flower – Chapter 51

December 17, 2018

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 51 of a new online serial novel, Night Flower, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week.  Click here for previous chapters.

Copyright © Israel Bookshop Publications. 

The woman who met Chaiky and Naomi at the library didn’t look much like Elka, although it was her. Her eyes were shifty, as if she was embarrassed to focus on Chaiky, or perhaps it wasn’t only embarrassment. Something was bothering Elka very much, and it was not only the awkwardness at unexpectedly meeting up with her dedicated employee in this library.

“I need to speak to you, Chaiky,” she said as she picked up a book from the floor. “I’ve been meaning to for two days, but it just didn’t happen yet. You see how busy I am here. Miri is trying to help me, but there are hours that I need her to be sitting at the entrance and doing other work, so I’m stuck in here.”


Night Flower – Chapter 50

December 10, 2018

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 50 of a new online serial novel, Night Flower, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week.  Click here for previous chapters.

Copyright © Israel Bookshop Publications. 

The windows in this stairwell were built in a very strange way—narrow and high, covered with shutters that partially blocked them. The dust that had accumulated over the years took care of blocking the rest. When the light went out suddenly, Noa found herself groping in near darkness as she made her way down to the entrance. She could not recall how exactly she’d left the house. She’d shamefacedly murmured something; Mira had nodded and halfheartedly asked how she was doing today, and offered politely to keep in touch.
But that was just it—Noa didn’t really want to keep in touch. Not after she’d discovered almost with certainty that Chaiky Struk of today was the cute Chaya’le of then. That was also why she hadn’t spent too much time apologizing—because when Mira would find out who she really was, the whole story of their disastrous parting in the past would pale in comparison to what she had done to Mira’s daughter these past few months.

Only after searching all her pockets did she remember that the new phone that she’d bought as soon as she’d arrived in Be’er Sheva was resting deep in the bottom of her bag. She’d wanted to spare it the same fate as its predecessor, which was now resting—intact or not—on the floor of that strange store next to the bus station in Tel Aviv.

She leaned on the wall of the stairwell and switched on the phone. The memory was empty of numbers, of course. She didn’t even have Adi’s number! It was a good thing she knew her grandfather’s number by heart. Keep reading…