Without a Trace – Chapter 19

November 9, 2012

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 19 of a new online serial novel, Without a Trace, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week. Click here for previous chapters.

Half an hour after Zevi left the house, Zalman and Minda got ready to leave as well.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us, Chasi?” her father asked again. “The store is not all that busy. We can close it for three days.”

“Thanks, Abba,” Chasida replied as she thumbed through the daily paper. “But I prefer to stay home. I know that Yitzchak and Faigy would be happy to have me, but I really want to stay here.”

“Something secret going on here that I don’t know about?” Her mother laughed as she ran a brush through her short gray wig. She examined her reflection in the mirror. “You’ll rest well, Chasida’le, won’t you? And eat what I left you in the refrigerator. You won’t do anything silly, will you?”

“I won’t.” Chasida put the paper down on the couch, but it slipped to the floor; she didn’t bother to bend over to pick it up. Only after a few seconds of silence, broken just by the sound of her mother’s rubber soles pattering around the house, did Chasida pick up the paper.

“What should I tell Mrs. Kurzman, Ima? Do you have an idea for me?”

“Kurzman?” Minda paused in mid-reach for the purple overnight bag. “What, she got back to you?”

“Yes, a while ago.”

“And she has something good for you?” Minda sat down on the edge of the sofa tiredly.

“Blum.” Chasida was terse. “She’s trying again.”

“When?”

“I don’t remember anymore…” Chasida opened the paper across her lap once more, but her eyes were on her mother. “Meanwhile she hasn’t called again. So what do I tell her?”

“She called you about him three weeks ago, right?”

“Around then, yes. We met on the bus. How do you know?”

“Because you’ve been out of sorts and distracted since then,” her mother said softly. “Right, Zalman? Right I told you that something happened to Chasida?”

Zalman held his hat and gazed at it for a few long moments. Then he said, “Yes, you did tell me. So, what do you think, Minda?” Keep Reading…


Recent Release! Chafetz Chaim on the Torah

November 5, 2012

Let’s face it—with all the talk about our world being so small and constantly shrinking even more, the options available for consumers in the world only continue to grow. Especially when those consumers are Jewish, English-speaking ones who are looking for new books on Chumash and the parshah. Walk into any sefarim store, and you can become dizzy just looking at the displays of all the English parshah books there are on the market. Some are geared to men, some to women, and still others to children. Some are heavy and deep; others are less so. Some are colorful and full of humor; others are of a more serious and scholarly nature.

And this plethora of options is a good thing—no one can deny that. When you think about the amount of English parshah books—or lack thereof—that was available even just fifteen, twenty years ago, you can’t help but marvel at the astonishing leap in numbers.

With all due respect to these many fine sefarim on the Chumash, however, there is something to be said when the sefer was written decades ago (in lashon hakodesh) by a close talmid of the Chafetz Chaim, Rav Shmuel Greineman zt”l,and the divrei Torah and hashkafah within it are the very words of the Chafetz Chaim himself…

Yes, Chafetz Chaim on the Torah is not your ordinary Chumash/parshah book by any means.

In the words of the great author (translated into English):

“The sefer you are holding in your hands may be a slim volume, but it is of great value. I did not author it; I merely compiled it. I followed the reaper, collecting and gathering single stalks from the harvest and brought them together into the granary.

The owner of the field, and the one who planted the wheat, is Rabban shel Yisrael, the tzaddik, Maran Rav Yisrael Meir Hakohen zt”l, the Chafetz Chaim…”

For years a fixture on many a serious Jew’sbookshelf or table, this beautiful sefer has now been translated into English for the very first time.

In addition to the Chafetz Chaim’s divrei Torah on the Chumash, the sefer also includes a section entitled “Maasai L’Melech,” which is comprised of stories about the Chafetz Chaim and his life, what he said about various happenings, and lessons learned from him. The sefer is literally packed with Torah hashkafos and yiras Shamayim, and as you read it, if you listen with your heart, you may even hear the Chafetz Chaim’s gentle voice, guiding you, instructing you, connecting you to him and to his legacy…

Like we said, not your ordinary Chumash/parshah book at all.

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Recently Released – Parsha Potpourri

November 2, 2012

The thoughts running through my head after reading a sample of Parsha Potpourri were: Wow!! This is beautiful!!

There really is a lot to “wow” over in this unique parsha book, and it really is nothing less than a masterpiece in its content.

With so many parsha books out on the market today, logic would dictate that a new book of this genre would need to work extremely hard in order to sell itself. But this book—and its author—speak very eloquently for themselves.

First of all, Rabbi Ozer Alport is a well-known name in the divrei Torah-on-the-weekly-parsha world. He writes a weekly, very well-received newsletter with divrei Torah on the parshah, which he culls from an astonishing range of eclectic sources. In this book, a compilation of some of Rabbi Alport’s best offerings, you’ll find the divrei Torah of the Chafetz Chaim, Rav Tzadok Hakohen, the Chiddushei HaRim, the Brisker Rav, and Rav Zalman Sorotzkin (Oznayim L’Torah), among many other sources.

And the book itself? Well, you really should pick it up and leaf through it yourself to see what I mean. It just grabs you. Maybe it’s the rich and inviting tone in the presentation of the divrei Torah, or maybe it’s the sense of challenge and intrigue found in the “Points to Ponder” section, as you think to yourself, Hey, that’s a good question! I wonder what the answer is.

One thing is for certain. No matter which parsha you’re looking at in Parsha Potpourri, you are bound to find something (or many such “somethings”) very apropos, very pertinent, and very beautiful to say over at your Shabbos table.

The food and the guests, though, you’ll have to provide for yourself.

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Without a Trace – Chapter 18

November 2, 2012

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 18 of a new online serial novel, Without a Trace, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week. Click here for previous chapters.

Only after the bus finally pulled out of the bus stop did Zevi allow himself to relax on the brown and blue patterned seat. He was on the way home, and he had made the bus, even though Savta had been sure he was going to miss it.

His blue tote bag on the seat beside him almost fell as the bus lurched into the next stop—which Zevi remembered as being the last. He pushed the tote back a bit and rested his hand on it, expecting someone to ask him to sit in the seat any second. But no one did. Just two families boarded and found seats other than the one next to him. Zevi leaned back, one hand on his bag and the other on the window pane, which rumbled with the rhythm of the bus’s turning wheels. Small rays of sun bounced off his freckled forearm, but they didn’t warm him at all.

Savta had said he was better off taking his bag onto the bus, and not putting it into the luggage compartment. “Someone could steal it, you know,” she had warned him as he was about to walk out of the house, two minutes after he had hung up with his mother. “And people taking their things off the bus could knock it out by mistake, and it will be left on the road.”

He really didn’t want to take the risk of getting home without his belongings. In all honesty, Zevi could not recall the last time he had lost something, if at all.

In fourth grade, the rebbi had announced to the class at the end of the year that the only one who hadn’t forgotten a notebook or lost a pencil, eraser, book, or his food the whole year, was Zevi Bloch. Some of Zevi’s childhood nightmares were about him forgetting notebooks at home, not finding things, and not having a pen to use, because everything had disappeared from his drawers. But these dreams were odd, because Zevi’s drawers were the neatest in the whole house, and he would carefully prepare what he needed for the next day on the evening before.

“Too careful,” his father would say when he was home, while lovingly pinching the freckled cheek. Once he had asked his son, “What will happen if you forget a pencil once in a while?” Keep Reading…


Without a Trace – Chapter 17

October 18, 2012

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 17 of a new online serial novel, Without a Trace, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week. Click here for previous chapters.

At three o’clock, as the pale moon began to sink below the horizon, Eliyahu woke up and could not fall back asleep. For many long years he had slept, very deeply. Now the time had come to act, and with him, as always, action didn’t come far after the decision, even if it was difficult or puzzling. Perhaps the fact that Zevi was reasonably tall was what was bothering him. That was a sign that he was toward the end of the growing stage, wasn’t it? And if he had understood Arthur correctly, it was easier to repair the problem when the body had not yet reached its final growth. Perhaps these were the final days when something could still be done, if at all!

And maybe it was his impulsiveness, which had never given him any respite. His Aunt Minda had always said that the moment he decided something, nothing could stop him.

Either way, Eliyahu felt that he had to act. He couldn’t wait, despite the discomfort and awkwardness he knew would be involved. He waited impatiently for another hour to pass, and then got up and went out to the nearest shul where a vasikin minyan was held. He learned a bit, davened, and went back home. Chavi and the girls were up, as they usually were at this early hour. Only the boys’ room was still quiet. Elchanan had to get up for davening already, but he had an alarm clock. He didn’t need his father to wake him. Eliyahu marveled at how mature and responsible the boy was.

“Chavi?” He found her in the kitchen, cutting tomatoes on the blue cutting board as she listened with a sigh to the screams coming from the girls’ room. “Do you know how someone can get from Bnei Brak to Yerucham?”

“From Bnei Brak to Yerucham?” The knife in her hand froze in mid-motion for a second. “I think there are private buses a few times a day. Not too many.”

“Is there a direct bus from here?”

“I don’t think so. I imagine that you can take a bus from the Central Bus Station to Beer Sheva, and from there I’m sure there’s a link to Yerucham.” Keep reading…


New Release! The Rebbetzin Loved Me!

September 28, 2012

There are some special occasions in a teen or tween’s life where you can’t get away with gifting just anything. Take your daughter’s bas mitzvah. Or her eighth-grade graduation. You want to get her something unique for the occasion, something that, on the one hand, is ruchniyus-dig enough to warrant being given at such a special time, yet on the other hand, is practical enough to warrant her actually using it.

That’s why The Rebbetzin Loved Me! is such a perfect gift for those special occasions of your young lady. The book captures the essence of Rebbetzin Batsheva Kanievsky a”h in a very real way, while portraying that essence of her greatness in a manner that is palatable for teens. (Of course the book can be enjoyed by readers of all ages, as well—that is, if you are able to pry it away from your daughter… Take our word for it—this is a good book!)

In The Rebbetzin Loved Me! you’ll read about Rebbetzin Kanievsky’s early years; how she broke up the clique in her class in order to promote shalom; how she gave up hours upon hours of her free time to re-write her saintly great-grandfather’s chiddushei Torah for her father Rav Elyashiv zt”l. You’ll read about her marriage to Rav Chaim Kanievsky shlit”a, and how privileged she felt to be “marrying Torah”—regardless of the physical hardships that came her way because of it.

This is a book that will inspire you as it captivates your interest. For all mothers wishing for their daughters to be like this tzaddeikes, here is a great way to help your teens begin their journey to greatness…

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Without a Trace – Chapter 16

September 28, 2012

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 16 of a new online serial novel, Without a Trace, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week. Click here for previous chapters.

“Why does your wife want to stop her work?”

Arthur sighed. He took a gold lighter out of his pocket and positioned his thumb on the switch. Then, apparently having second thoughts, he put it back in its place. “She says that this kind of work isn’t suitable for a bas Yisrael.”

Eliyahu gazed at a long scratch in the table. ‘Tell me, what exactly is plastic surgery?”

“Operations that make external changes on the body. That’s just a very simplistic, unprofessional description.”

“In other words, the way you explain it to boors like me.” Eliyahu flashed a brief smile, paused, and then asked, “Is implanting missing limbs also part of this field?”

“Internal organs such as hearts and livers, no, but ears, for example, yes.”

“Ears…” Eliyahu breathed deeply. “And…fingers, for example?”

“Sure,” Arthur replied gaily, and then lifted his right foot onto the table before immediately lowering it. “Sorry, Rabbi Eliyahu, I forgot for a moment where I was. Last year, she implanted five fingers onto the hand of a girl who was born without them.”

“How can someone grow new bones?”

“They can’t,” Arthur replied patiently. “I can teach you what can be done in such cases, Rabbi, but I thought that I came here to learn Torah from you, not for you to learn plastic surgery from me.” Keep Reading…


The Story that Never Ends and other stories

September 24, 2012

Does your pre-teen gobble up books the way your teenage son eats up the cookies you send him in yeshivah? Then you need to keep that tween of yours stocked up with plenty of good reading material! (And I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to keep the yeshivah bachur stocked up with cookies, too…)

The Story that Never Ends is a great way to fill your book “pantry.” While we can’t promise you that the book will go on forever without end (wouldn’t you love a book for your child that did??), we can tell you that it will provide endless hours of reading pleasure for your tween! Written by popular author and columnist Rachel Stein, The Story that Never Ends is comprised of 25 great stories about kids with struggles and dreams like those of your own child. There’s Mordechai, who so desperately wants his father to have a beautiful silver menorah instead of his regular, small, tin one; there’s Ariella, who struggles with her weight, as well as with the social issues caused by it; there’s Tullie and Reuven, who are torn about how to spend the money their grandparents gave them for their eighth-grade graduation…suffice it to say that this book is about lots of great characters, with lots of very realistic issues, and it will make your pre-teen one very happy child to read it!

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MAZEL TOV! IT’S A BUBBY! – New!

September 24, 2012

So…you’ve just become a bubby, eh? What’s that you’re saying—that I should speak louder? Oh, you’re asking for your reading glasses. Sure, no problem, just tell me where they are… Where? Oh, I should have guessed—right next to the knitting needles…

(Pause to allow eye-rolling and ha-ha-very-funny glares…)

All kidding aside, it’s a big milestone that you’ve reached…and definitely cause for some pampering of yourself, to celebrate your new status! So why not pick up our latest book, a first of its kind—Mazel Tov! It’s a Bubby!which focuses precisely on your new stage of life, that of becoming a young mother-in-law and bubby!

Written by popular columnist Miriam Hendeles, the book is all about her experiences as a mother-in-law and grandmother. It’s written with humor and candor, light enough to enjoy while sitting and relaxing (it’s not easy chasing after two-year-old grandsons, now, is it?), yet thought-provoking enough to initiate lots of good discussions, especially with fellow m-i-l’s  and bubbies! Perfect as a gift for those fellow m-i-l’s and bubbies, too, by the way!

So, congratulations on your new status…Mazel Tov! It’s a Bubby!

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Without a Trace – Chapter 15

September 21, 2012

Israel Book Shop presents Chapter 15 of a new online serial novel, Without a Trace, by Esther Rapaport. Check back for a new chapter every week. Click here for previous chapters.

The kiruv center in Tel Aviv was a fascinating place, no doubt, but the figure that entered just as Eliyahu finished learning with Ronny was probably the most unusual one that had ever crossed the threshold, to the best of Eliyahu’s recollection. The man’s long, graying hair was gathering into a sloppy ponytail at the nape of his neck, posing a sharp contrast to his elegant, tailored suit. He didn’t have earrings—not even one—but a hole on his right lobe indicated that something had once hung there. The man walked into the small hall with a confident step, and stopped in front of the bulletin board. Rabbi Bograd, the director, exchanged glances with Eliyahu, who had just closed his Gemara, and almost imperceptibly motioned for him to go over to the man.

Eliyahu stood up and accompanied Ronny to the door.

“Hello,” he said to the man, who was reading something from a scrap of paper hanging on the edge of the bulletin board. “Can I help you?”

The man spun around. “Sure!” he replied with a friendly grin. There was something strange about his voice, and Eliyahu tried to guess where he was originally from. “Who can I speak to here?”

“All sorts of people,” Eliyahu answered. “Me, for example.”

“Oh, excellent!” The long-haired man looked at the brightly lit room full of long tables. “Good. So, I want to be religious, but the minimum possible. How do I do that?”

The question was so surprising that Eliyahu found himself smiling. “Let’s sit down, okay?” he suggested, and without waiting for an answer, he turned to the nearest table. There were two padded wooden chairs near the wall, and Eliyahu dragged them over to the table. The man sat down after him, and something about the glitter in his eye made Eliyahu skeptical about how serious he was. The strange question actually turned out to be a good starting point.

“I’m Eliyahu Katz,” he said. “And you?” He looked at the man’s gold cufflinks peeking out of the sleeves of his suit.

“Arthur. Actually, when I was born, I was named Aharon, but my parents weren’t religious.”

Eliyahu nodded. “Maybe tell me what exactly you’re looking for here,” he said. “To be the ‘minimum religious’ is a very interesting classification. What do you mean by it?”

“Okay.” The man nodded agreeably. “Listen to my story. For my part, I could continue living in Germany for another twenty years without stepping foot here, in this country that spit me out at such a young age, but Tissa—she’s my wife—claims she refuses to live with a wanton Israel-hater like me.”

“Which means?” Keep Reading…