You know how with certain book series, you look forward to reading the newest volume, but with others, you’re mamash waiting on tenterhooks for the next book to be released? I know that in my family, the Just Imagine comics series definitely falls into the second category.
After reading Just Imagine We’re Leaving Egypt, which ends off with Bnei Yisrael at long last leaving Mitzrayim, and Pharaoh finally admitting defeat after suffering through ten humiliating and painful Makkos, my kids and I all just stared at that last page and said, “When’s the next book coming out with what happened afterward?!”
And now, I am happy to say, that next book was just released! Yes, Just Imagine the Miracles of Kriyas Yam Suf is finally out on the bookstores’ shelves (at least, if they haven’t all been bought out yet!), and our family couldn’t be happier about that!
In this newest volume, we meet the hysterical Pharaoh character again, who’s set on bringing his Jewish slaves back to Mitzrayim, no matter at what cost. At least, that is his thought in the beginning of the story, before he realizes what Hashem has in store for him and his army now…
Readers will be enthralled by each and every page in this exciting comics book. It truly brings the story of Kriyas Yam Suf alive, making us all imagine as if we ourselves were there, crossing the Yam Suf together with the rest of Bnei Yisrael!
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There’s a certain charm to the kids of Yerushalayim. If you’ve been there (or are lucky enough to live there), you’ll know what I mean. Something so pure, so ehrliche, so innocent… You just need to look at a picture of a long-peyos-ed, white-kappel-ed kid walking through the alleyways of Me’ah She’arim, and already you feel a tugging at your heart.
Sometimes the nicest treasures are the undiscovered ones that you have in your own home. Like the chunky crystal vase you once received as a gift and had no idea what to do with—until, come Shavuos, the enormous bouquet of flowers you always buy suddenly had a beautiful home. Or the fuzzy throw blanket you once picked up on sale at Walmart, and then forgot about—until your child, who always complained she was too cold at night, found it, and began to sleep soundly and cozily through the nights again.






