1989, ISBN: 9780310601418

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Fontana. Good. 111 x 178mm. Paperback. 1989. 480 pages. Cover worn. <br>It's 1940 and Linda Voss, legal secret ary extraordinaire, has a secret. She's head over heels in lov… Más…

Fontana. Good. 111 x 178mm. Paperback. 1989. 480 pages. Cover worn. <br>It's 1940 and Linda Voss, legal secret ary extraordinaire, has a secret. She's head over heels in love w ith her boss, John Berringer, the pride of the Ivy League. Not th at she even has a chance--he'd never take a second look at a Germ an-Jewish girl from Queens who spends her time taking care of her faded beauty of a mother and following bulletins on the war in E urope. For Linda, though, the war will soon become all too real. Engulfing her nation and her life, it will offer opportunities sh e's never dreamed of. A chance to win the man she wants...a chanc e to find the love she deserves. Made into the movie of the same name starring Melanie Griffith, Michael Douglas, and Liam Neeson , Shining Through is a novel of honor, sacrifice, passion, and hu mor. This is vintage Susan Isaacs, a tale of a spirited woman who wisecracks her way into heroism and history--and into your heart . Editorial Reviews Review Linda Voss is an irrestistible heroi ne...She's exactly the bright and resourceful heroine we all feel we could be.San Francisco ChronicleTotally captivating.Chicago S un-TimesAs close to a 1940s movie as a book can get. It's like th e kind of big, exciting movie we liked best then, in which someon e pretty much like us takes incredible risks for unimpeachable mo tives and wins just what we wanted.The New York Times Book Review --This text refers to the mass_market edition. From Publishers Weekly A truly compulsive read, Isaacs's fourth novel (after Almo st Paradise) is a smooth blend of romantic fiction and spy thrill er. Again demonstrating her unbeatable flair for down-to-earth di alogue, sassy, outspoken heroines and social nuances that convey character and period, Isaacs tells a Cinderella story with a cont emporary twist. Linda Voss is a 31-year-old secretary to the drea miest looking man on Wall Street, international lawyer John Berri nger, with whom she is secretly and hopelessly in love: she is a poor girl from Queens, and he boasts an Ivy League background alo ng with his perfect profile. When circumstances lead to their unl ikely marriage, however, sexual fireworks keep them together. As World War II engulfs Europe, the Berringers move to Washington, w here both become involved in undercover work for the COI, soon to become the OSS. Heartbreak, plus a feeling of kinship for the vi ctims of Nazism, leads Linda, whose childhood was spent in a Germ an-speaking household, to volunteer for a dangerous mission in Be rlin. There, events tumble her into heroic action. Isaacs's depic tion of daily life in wartime Germany rings with accurate detail, as does her picture of the American espionage organization and o f the psychological orientation of the people who made up its ran ks. She has hit her stride here with a book that has all the mark s of a runaway bestseller. 300,000 copy first printing; $300,000 ad/promo; movie rights to Columbia; paperback rights to Ballantin e; Literary Guild and Doubleday Book Club dual main selections. Copyright 1988 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the mass_market edition. From the Publisher As a publisher, one of the things I hate the most is when big screen movies and m ade-for-TV movies take really well written, interesting stores an d make horrible movies out of them And in doing so turn thousands of people away from a truly enjoyable reading experiences. Sadly , such is the case for both ALMOST PARADISE and SHINING THROUGH. Do yourself a big favor and beware the screen. Both of these boo ks are marvelous romances, and it took me a long time to get arou nd to reading them, for I was a snob, and didn't 'read romances'. The joke was on me however, where these two novels are concerned , for they have great characters and such stories of love! SHININ G THROUGH is also a W.W.II thriller, with the heroine infiltratin g the house of a Nazi official. The love of nation and of freedom is also accented. In ALMOST PARADISE, the romance of Jane and Ni cky begins before they were born, and the book takes us through t heir lifetimes... It made me laugh out loud on one page then had me in tears a few pages later. You will need several kleenex to g et through the last few pages, trust me. The trick in both books is that Susan Isaacs makes us care passionately about her charact ers. Both books are equally hard to put down once you start, bu t what do you care? It's not like you have a movie to watch. -Al ice Kesterson, Regional Sales Manager --This text refers to the m ass_market edition. From the Inside Flap with heartbreak, drama and thrills...Marvelously readable. THE PHILADELPHIA INQUIRER It' s 1940 and Linda Voss, secretary extraordinaire, has a secret: sh e's in love with her boss, John Berringer, the pride of the Ivy L eage. Not that he'd take a second look at her, a German-Jewish gi rl from Queens who spends her time caring for her faded beauty of a mother, and following the news of the war that is engulfing Eu rope. How Linda wins and loses her man, puts her life on the lin e for her beliefs, and finally gets the man she deserved all alon g is the story that only Susan Isaacs, author of the accalimed be stseller MAGIC HOUR, can tell. --This text refers to the mass_mar ket edition. About the Author Susan Isaacs is the bestselling a uthor of eleven novels, two screenplays, and one work of nonficti on. She lives on Long Island. --This text refers to the mass_mark et edition. Excerpt. ? Reprinted by permission. All rights reser ved. Chapter One In 1940, when I was thirty-one and an old maid , while the whole world waited for war, I fell in love with John Berringer. An office crush. Big deal. Since the invention of the steno pad, a day hasn't gone by without some secretary glancing up from her Pitman squiggles and suddenly realizing that the man who was mumbling ...and therefore, pursuant to the above... was t he one man in her life who could ever bring her joy. So there I was, a cliche with a number 2 yellow pencil: a working girl from Queens who'd lost her heart to the pride of the Ivy League. And to make matters worse, John Berringer bore absolutely no resembla nce to the typical Wall Street international lawyer, the kind who se gray face was two shades paler than his suit. Sure, a girl cou ld wind up losing her heart to one of those dreary men. There's n othing quieter than an old maid's bedroom, and in that black stil lness it's so easy to create magic: A lawyer with the profile of a toad--Abracadabra!--is transformed into an Adonis, pulsating wi th passion under his pinstripes. But John didn't need any of tha t midnight magic to turn him gorgeous. The big joke in the law fi rm was how could I not have a mad crush on him. You've got to be made of iron, Linda, one of the girls said at lunch, not to go nu ts for those blue eyes. They're blue like- Someone at the far end of the table called out, Twilight! And someone else chimed in, N o, like a clear lake ... but with a funny kind of depth, like on a cloudy day. John Berringer made poets out of stenographers. Som eone else piped up, Come on...blue like pansies, and Gladys Slade , my best friend, called out from the head of the lunch table, Ho w can anybody even think of the word 'pansy' in the same sentence with 'Mr. Berringer' in it? Everyone giggled. In private, Glady s said, Listen, Linda, don't kid a kidder. I'm the first person t o understand your not wanting to make a public announcement, but even if you didn't care about looks, think about brains. I mean, you're always reading the papers and wanting to talk about--oh, G od, you know English naval power. Or French politics. So aren't y ou attracted to someone brilliant like him? I bet he loves all th at boring stuff. It's not boring. Three quarters of the world is -- He's so charming, she cut me off. Like a blond Cary Grant. G ladys, I explained, when you sit across the desk from this guy da y in and day out, you realize he's always charming. It kind of wa fts up from him, like B.O. Don't you get it? It doesn't mean anyt hing. And his looks...Yeah, he's handsome, but what's behind it? That's for you to find out, Gladys ho-ho-hoed. I've got to tell you, I said, there's something deepdown unappealing about a man who knows he's stunning and uses it. You know, like it's six-fift een and you're so tired all you want to do is suck your thumb, bu t he has fortyseven letters he still wants to dictate. So he flas hes that five-thousand-watt smile and that's supposed to brighten up your life and make you want to go on. But see, a guy who pull s that sort of thing isn't... Isn't what? Isn't masculine. Oh, come off it! I'm serious, Gladys. And he's much too blond. Girl s are fair. Guys should be dark. And with those big blue eyes. It 's like some artist made him up to illustrate 'Cinderella.' Can't you just see him, with green stockings and those bubble shorts, holding a glass slipper? I can see him with green stockings...an d without green stockings. This was a very racy remark for Gladys , whose idea of wild sex was Fred Astaire loosening his tie. He' s Prince Charming, I said. Who needs it? I've got to stay late wh en he asks me, even if he looked like a pile of you-know-what. It 's my job. But he thinks: Ha! I've charmed her. I've got her wher e I've got all the girls, in the palm of my hand. I looked Gladys straight in the eye. You know why he doesn't do a thing for me? Because he's a woman's man. Not a real man. Naturally, I was lyi ng through my teeth. But I kept my secret love a secret. I would not let myself (as his secretary) be honorary president of the Jo hn Berringer Fan Club. What I felt for John wasn't meant to be sh ared with the girls. It was precious, and different. Because eve n way back then, I felt I was different. But was I (am I?) reall y different in any way from all the women from Brooklyn and Queen s and the Bronx who trekked up the stairs from the subway every m orning and got lost in the dark canyons, the gloomy buildings tha t loomed over Wall Street? Well, I'm not in Queens anymore. I'm c ertainly not a secretary. I'm not the girl I was. But how did I get all the way here from there? Because when America finally di d go to war, the other subway secretaries fought Hitler by saving their bacon grease in fin cans and putting makeup on their legs instead of silk stockings. My fight, though, was different--peril ous, real. I wound up in the middle of the Nazi hellhole. Me, Lin da Voss. --This text refers to the mass_market edition. ., Fontana, 1989, 2.5, Bantam. Good. 4.13 x 0.59 x 6.87 inches. Mass Market Paperback. 1985. 208 pages. Cover worn.<br>East Texas wasn't much of a home for Cu llen Baker. Few liked him, and some even tried to kill him. Yet a fter three hard years of wandering, he's come back to farm the la nd that's rightfully his. Only Cullen's in for an unwelcome homec oming: his neighbors have long memories, the Reconstructionists h ave greedy hearts, and his worst enemy has teamed up with a vicio us outlaw. But Cullen isn't about to back down. Instead, he's int ent on perfecting a new way of gunfighting: the fast draw. And no w, with enemies closing in on three sides and threatening the wom an he loves, he'll have to be faster than lightning--and twice as deadly--just to survive. Editorial Reviews From the Inside Fla p You can't go home again.... East Texas wasn't much of a home f or Cullen Baker. Few liked him, and some even tried to kill him. Yet after three hard years of wandering, he's come back to farm t he land that's rightfully his. Only Cullen's in for an unwelcome homecoming: his neighbors have long memories, the Reconstruction ists have greedy hearts, and his worst enemy has teamed up with a vicious outlaw. But Cullen isn't about to back down. Instead, he 's intent on perfecting a new way of gunfighting--the fast draw. And now, with enemies closing in on three sides and threatening t he woman he loves, he'll have to be faster than lightning--and tw ice as deadly--just to survive. From the Back Cover You can't go home again.... East Texas wasn't much of a home for Cullen Bake r. Few liked him, and some even tried to kill him. Yet after thre e hard years of wandering, he's come back to farm the land that's rightfully his. Only Cullen's in for an unwelcome homecoming: h is neighbors have long memories, the Reconstructionists have gree dy hearts, and his worst enemy has teamed up with a vicious outla w. But Cullen isn't about to back down. Instead, he's intent on p erfecting a new way of gunfighting--the fast draw. And now, with enemies closing in on three sides and threatening the woman he lo ves, he'll have to be faster than lightning--and twice as deadly- -just to survive. About the Author Our foremost storyteller of t he American West, Louis L'Amour has thrilled a nation by chronicl ing the adventures of the brave men and woman who settled the fro ntier. There are more than three hundred million copies of his bo oks in print around the world. Excerpt. ® Reprinted by permissio n. All rights reserved. Chapter One WHEN THE SHELTER was finishe d, thatched heavy with pine boughs, I went inside and built mysel f a hatful of fire. It was a cold, wet, miserable time, and nowhe re around any roof for me, although here I was, back in my own co untry. Hungry I was, and soaked to the hide from a fall my mule had taken in the swamp, but I kept my fire small, for I'd come ho me by the back trails, figuring to attract no notice until I coul d look around and take stock. They'd given me nothing here in th e old days, and I'd given them a sight less, and the only memory they would have of me would be one of violence and anger. Yet her eabouts was all I had ever known of home, or was likely to know. The woods dripped with rain. Sometimes a big drop would fall fro m the thatch overhead and hiss in the fire, but other than that a nd the soft fall of rain in the twilight forest, there was no sou nd. Not at first. When a sound did come it was faint. But it was not a sound of the forest, nor of the rain, nor of any wild anim al or bird, for these were sounds I knew and had known since chil dhood. It was a rider coming, maybe two, and nobody I wanted to see, but that was why I'd put together my lean-to back over the k noll and hid down deep among the rain-wet trees. This was a ride r coming and I could only hope the rain had left no trail they co uld find, for if trouble was to come to me here, I wanted it to w ait, at least until I had walked the old path to the well again, and seen where Pa was buried. Standing there like that with the rain dripping down, me in my shabby homespun, wore-out clothes, I tried to figure if there was anybody hereabouts beyond a few Cad dos whom I could call friend. I couldn't think of anybody. For a long time then there was no other sound but the rain, a whisper of rain falling among the leaves, and a far-off stirring of wind. And then I heard that sound again. Behind me the raw-boned mule lifted his head and pricked his ears against the sound, so it wa sn't only me heard the sound. No matter, the buckskin mule was ga 'nted some and it would be a few days of rest he'd need before I could move on anyway, and maybe I just wasn't feeling right to mo ve at all. Maybe I had come home to stay . . . whether they liked it or not. Rising, I could just see across the top of the knoll in the forest, and the place I'd chosen to camp commanded a view of the trail at intervals along its course through the swamp woo ds. When at last they came in sight there were two riders and th ey rode as tired men ride, and there was that about them that was somehow familiar. Maybe it was only that they were mighty near a s shabby as me, unkempt and lonely as me. Two riders walking the ir horses, two riders hunting something. That something could be me. My Spencer carbine was behind me and so I reached a hand bac k for it and pulled it close against my side for shelter from the rain. It was a new Spencer, caliber .56 and she carried seven sh ots-I'd picked it off a dead man up in the Nation. A brand-new, s panking-new, mighty slick piece of shooting iron. Right there I stood with no notion of moving. Place I stood was a hidden place where a body might pass within six feet and never see it was ther e. Man like me, in unfriendly country, he can't be too careful. T hese past years I had seen almost nothing but unfriendly country. Maybe it was my own fault, for I was a man rode careful and who kept a gun to hand. When I saw them first through the farthest g ap in the trees, I'd seen nothing but a couple of men hunched in their saddles, one wearing a ragged poncho, the other a gray Conf ederate greatcoat. A moment only, a glimpse, and then they were gone from sight among the trees that lined the trail below, but a t the nearest point they would be no more than thirty yards away. So I waited where I was, trusting not to be seen, but keeping th e Spencer to hand in case of trouble. This was a place I knew, a n arm of the swamp to protect my right flank, an almost impassabl e thicket of brush on my left, and the main swamp close in behind me. There was a trail came from the swamp into the trees behind me, but anyone using that trail was likely to be a Caddo or someo ne as averse to trouble as myself. The brush on my left could be got through, no question of that, but not without a sight more n oise than anybody was likely to make, coming easy to a strange ca mp. The people of this northeast corner of Texas had not liked m e before, and with times what they were they had no reason to be friendly. The War between the States was just over a few days pas t, and it was a wary time for strangers. In the old days when a boy I'd taken nothing from them, nor given them anything they cou ld lay hold on, they disliked me from the start because I wouldn' t knuckle under to the town boys, and I'd met dislike with dislik e, anger with anger, fist with fist. Despite the war that interve ned they would not have forgotten. Yet it was to this land that I'd come home, for it was as much of a home as I could claim, and despite the hard ways of the people toward me, it was a land I l oved. From the deep silences of the forgotten swamp lagoons to th e stillness of the fields at evening with the mist of night layin g low along the fences, it was a place that belonged to me. There was a feel of things growing here, of a rich, dark soil bursting with eagerness to grow beneath my feet. Those riders came along . . . there was something seemed familiar about them, but this c orner of Texas had been a bloody country filled with black angers and feuding families, and now to the old hatreds there would be added the feeling left by the war just now ended. It was no count ry for a man to step out and go hailing strangers-least of all fo r me. My tiny fire was over the top of the knoll from them and b ehind a great dead log, the side of the log serving as a reflecto r to throw heat back into the lean-to. It was snug and tight, and should have been, for I'd lived most of my life like this, and i t was most two years since I'd slept beneath a roof of any decent kind. What little smoke the fire gave off lost itself among the leaves overhead, yet a knowing man with a keen nose might catch a whiff if the wind was right. They drew up in the trail below, i n plain sight and an easy shot for my rifle, and they talked ther e, and one of their voices had an old, familiar ring. So I steppe d out of my shelter and strolled down the slope of the knoll towa rd them, walking soft on the dead wet leaves underfoot. The carbi ne was in my right hand and in my belt was a Dragoon Colt, within easy grasping. Bob Lee, I said aloud, and no louder than needed . They turned sharp around, but it was to the more slender of th e two whom I spoke. He looked at me, measuring me, then making up his mind. What he was seeing wasn't much. A battered black slou ch hat, a shabby buckskin jacket, squaw-made by a Ute west of the big mountains, with cabin-spun shirt and pants, mighty worn. My boots were Army issue, and the man in them a lean, dark young man standing two inches more than six feet in his socks, and weighin g nigh two hundred pounds, but with the face of a man who had kno wn much trouble and little of softness or loving-the face of a ma n born to struggle and the hard ways. Cullen, is it? Damn it, ma n, it's been years! Three. I'd have guessed it longer. Bill Lon gley, meet Cullen Baker, such a man as we need right now in this country. I'll take no man's word for that, I said. They'd no use for me before. You were a hard lad, Cullen. And once the troubl e began you believed we were all against you, all over the five c ounties. Coffee yonder. I turned away, walking back up the knoll not wanting them to see how it moved me, the friendly way of the m to a man just back in his own country, but where he'd expected nothing. Bob Lee was a gentleman, a man of some book learning, a thin-faced man, and proud. He came of a family known in the Sout h and respected, and the temper he had along with his skill with weapons and readiness to use them won him another kind of respect from another kind of man. Yet whatever anybody said of Bob Lee, nobody said anything except that he was an honorable man. Bill L ongley? He was eighteen then, a tall, raw-boned young man who in his time was to be known as one of the most feared of Texas pisto l fighters, but that time was yet to come, and I'd only heard his name first up in the Nation, and I could not remember what had b een said of him. Hunkered down beside the fire, I stirred the co als and got out my cup. Each of them dug a blackened cup from amo ng his gear and we shared the coffee in my beat-up old pot. Long ago Pa taught me to share what I had with guests if it was the la st I had, although few had done the same for me. You're returnin g at a black time, Cullen. The Reconstruction people are in, conf iscating property and raising hob generally with anyone who fough t for the South. If they've not taken your place already, they'll be after it. They will buy trouble, then. Trouble is what they want, I'm afraid. They have the Army here, and more of it coming , and they've friends from about here to tell them the choice lan d. You've got to jump to their tune or you'll have to fight, Lon gley said. I've had enough of fighting, I replied. I want no mor e of trouble from any man. Your wishes won't chop much cotton, C ullen. If you have what they want, they'll take it. And if you do n't accept their rule with a tight mouth, you'll have trouble. Bo b Lee glanced at me. It has come to me already. Rain fell among the leaves, and I'd a sorrow on me, and a deepening fury, too. Co uld a man not be left alone? There had been small chance in the o ld days for me to be anything but a bad one, although the Good Lo rd knows I'd wasted little time waiting for the invitation. When they came to me with trouble in those years, I was out there to m eet them halfway. A boy can be that way, but I was a man grown n ow, with a man's hard judgment, and some long miles behind me of riding with a gun for companion, through bitter, lonely days and more miles than I rightly could remember. There was deep within me a love of the land, of a rich soil and what a man could grow, and over all those dry miles in the West I'd thought of the green s and beauties of this corner of Texas. I was back wanting no tro ubles left over from a war I'd never fought, nor had sympathy for , on either side. Longley brought fuel to the fire and went off into the dark to strip the gear from the two horses and bring it under the shelter. Under the branches of the huge cypress where I 'd picketed my mule there was room enough for a dozen horses, and mighty little rain came through the thick tangle of Spanish moss , leaves and branches. The horses would be dry enough. The coffe e smelled good, and the sound of rain was friendly now. Sitting t here smelling the coffee I got to thinking how strange it was tha t Bob Lee, of all folks, should be a friend of mine. Not that we' d ever been close, only from the first he'd seemed to understand me. Maybe it was because we'd both had our fighting troubles. On ly he had education. His folks had wealth, and many friends. Time to time I'd heard talk of him during the War-he'd become a colon el, and a good officer. Now that he was home I could see it would not be easy for him with his fine pride, and even less easy for me. Folks would not have forgotten Cullen Baker. They would reme mber, and that was handicap enough without trouble shaping up wit h Reconstruction soldiers and carpetbaggers. The ones from Texas could be the worst, poor whites and such; now they had their chan ce to strut and talk up, they'd use it. All the way home I'd see n them coming like locusts into a cornfield, the poor kind of men quick to jump on the band wagon once they'd heard the music and knew which way the parade was going. In every community there, Bantam, 1985, 2.5, A very moving account of true conversion in the easy-to-read 127 page 1st edition AS NEW paperbacka beautiful book! Betrayed is an autobiographical story of a Jewish father's initial reaction to and eventual acceptance of his daughter's life changing decision to become a believer in Jesus Christ as her Messiah. The back cover states: "Responding to his daughter's touching plea, the author sets out on a search back through the pages of time. Along the way, he is faced with personal challenges that demand a life-changing decision. As you travel with him, you will discovera deeper, fuller awareness of Judaism and Christianity, a healing attitude that can free you from the bitterness of the most heated conflicts, one family's resolution of a seemingly irreparable split." 'Betrayed was the stunned reaction of Stan Telchin, a successful Jewish businessman, when his daughter said she had accepted Jesus as her Messiah. Her words were a bombshell. The family, their race, their heritage--everything that Stan treasured--felt shattered in an instant. With grim determination he set out to prove to his daughter just how wrong she was . . . with astonishing results. A true and powerful story that rings with the excitement of prophecy being fulfilled before our own eyes.'Asnew-OPENS AS NOT READ! Unread! NO MARKS! All pages are intact, not marred by any notes, underlining or highlighting. NOTex-Library. There is NO name & NO ExLibris inside. The spine is undamaged and the binding is tight, as if unused; no creases. Binding tight, hinges strong. Perfect covers with bright colors & bold lettering on spine; no rips, tears, or corner bumps. The pictures depict the actual book you will receive. Countries other than USA will require additional shipping cost. Ships with Tracking Number!, Chosen Books Pub Co, 1981-07, 5<

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Robinson, 14/09/2006. Physical description: xx, 309 p., [6] p. of plates : maps ; 20 cm. Notes: Includes index. Subtitle from cover. Bibliography: p. [277]-288. Summary: Western civiliza… Más…

Robinson, 14/09/2006. Physical description: xx, 309 p., [6] p. of plates : maps ; 20 cm. Notes: Includes index. Subtitle from cover. Bibliography: p. [277]-288. Summary: Western civilization began in the Middle East: Judaism and Christianity, as well as Islam, were born there. For over a millennium, the Islamic empires were ahead of the West in learning, technology and medicine, and were militarily far more powerful. It took another three hundred centuries for the West to catch up, and overtake, the Middle East. "A Brief History of the Middle East" enables us to see the past in its proper perspective, giving the Middle East its full due in creating the world in which we live today. Iraq is at the heart of Middle Eastern history, a place where Jews, Muslims and Christians lived for over a thousand years in harmony. Why does it seem different now? What is the place of Jews in the Middle East? Why does Osama bin Laden see 1918, with the fall of the Ottoman Empire, as the year everything changed? These issues are explained in historical detail here, in a way that deliberately seeks to go behind the rhetoric to the roots of present conflicts. Essential reading for an intelligent reader wanting to understand what one of the world's key regions is all about. Subject: Middle East, Politics and government. Middle East - Social life and customs - History - Politics and government. Asian / Middle Eastern history. General. Genre: Bibliography, Illustrated., Robinson, 14/09/2006, 0, A very moving account of true conversion in the easy-to-read 127 page 1st edition AS NEW paperbacka beautiful book! Betrayed is an autobiographical story of a Jewish father's initial reaction to and eventual acceptance of his daughter's life changing decision to become a believer in Jesus Christ as her Messiah. The back cover states: "Responding to his daughter's touching plea, the author sets out on a search back through the pages of time. Along the way, he is faced with personal challenges that demand a life-changing decision. As you travel with him, you will discovera deeper, fuller awareness of Judaism and Christianity, a healing attitude that can free you from the bitterness of the most heated conflicts, one family's resolution of a seemingly irreparable split." 'Betrayed was the stunned reaction of Stan Telchin, a successful Jewish businessman, when his daughter said she had accepted Jesus as her Messiah. Her words were a bombshell. The family, their race, their heritage--everything that Stan treasured--felt shattered in an instant. With grim determination he set out to prove to his daughter just how wrong she was . . . with astonishing results. A true and powerful story that rings with the excitement of prophecy being fulfilled before our own eyes.'Asnew-OPENS AS NOT READ! Unread! NO MARKS! All pages are intact, not marred by any notes, underlining or highlighting. NOTex-Library. There is NO name & NO ExLibris inside. The spine is undamaged and the binding is tight, as if unused; no creases. Binding tight, hinges strong. Perfect covers with bright colors & bold lettering on spine; no rips, tears, or corner bumps. The pictures depict the actual book you will receive. Countries other than USA will require additional shipping cost. Ships with Tracking Number!, Chosen Books Pub Co, 1981-07, 5<

1981, ISBN: 9780310601418

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Very Good., 3, A very moving account of true conversion in the easy-to-read 127 page 1st edition AS NEW paperbacka beautiful book! Betrayed is an autobiographical story of a Jewish father… Más…

Very Good., 3, A very moving account of true conversion in the easy-to-read 127 page 1st edition AS NEW paperbacka beautiful book! Betrayed is an autobiographical story of a Jewish father's initial reaction to and eventual acceptance of his daughter's life changing decision to become a believer in Jesus Christ as her Messiah. The back cover states: "Responding to his daughter's touching plea, the author sets out on a search back through the pages of time. Along the way, he is faced with personal challenges that demand a life-changing decision. As you travel with him, you will discovera deeper, fuller awareness of Judaism and Christianity, a healing attitude that can free you from the bitterness of the most heated conflicts, one family's resolution of a seemingly irreparable split." 'Betrayed was the stunned reaction of Stan Telchin, a successful Jewish businessman, when his daughter said she had accepted Jesus as her Messiah. Her words were a bombshell. The family, their race, their heritage--everything that Stan treasured--felt shattered in an instant. With grim determination he set out to prove to his daughter just how wrong she was . . . with astonishing results. A true and powerful story that rings with the excitement of prophecy being fulfilled before our own eyes.'Asnew-OPENS AS NOT READ! Unread! NO MARKS! All pages are intact, not marred by any notes, underlining or highlighting. NOTex-Library. There is NO name & NO ExLibris inside. The spine is undamaged and the binding is tight, as if unused; no creases. Binding tight, hinges strong. Perfect covers with bright colors & bold lettering on spine; no rips, tears, or corner bumps. The pictures depict the actual book you will receive. Countries other than USA will require additional shipping cost. Ships with Tracking Number!, Chosen Books Pub Co, 1981-07, 5<

1981, ISBN: 9780310601418

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A very moving account of true conversion in the easy-to-read 127 page 1st edition AS NEW paperbacka beautiful book! Betrayed is an autobiographical story of a Jewish father's initial reac… Más…

A very moving account of true conversion in the easy-to-read 127 page 1st edition AS NEW paperbacka beautiful book! Betrayed is an autobiographical story of a Jewish father's initial reaction to and eventual acceptance of his daughter's life changing decision to become a believer in Jesus Christ as her Messiah. The back cover states: "Responding to his daughter's touching plea, the author sets out on a search back through the pages of time. Along the way, he is faced with personal challenges that demand a life-changing decision. As you travel with him, you will discovera deeper, fuller awareness of Judaism and Christianity, a healing attitude that can free you from the bitterness of the most heated conflicts, one family's resolution of a seemingly irreparable split." 'Betrayed was the stunned reaction of Stan Telchin, a successful Jewish businessman, when his daughter said she had accepted Jesus as her Messiah. Her words were a bombshell. The family, their race, their heritage--everything that Stan treasured--felt shattered in an instant. With grim determination he set out to prove to his daughter just how wrong she was . . . with astonishing results. A true and powerful story that rings with the excitement of prophecy being fulfilled before our own eyes.'Asnew-OPENS AS NOT READ! Unread! NO MARKS! All pages are intact, not marred by any notes, underlining or highlighting. NOTex-Library. There is NO name & NO ExLibris inside. The spine is undamaged and the binding is tight, as if unused; no creases. Binding tight, hinges strong. Perfect covers with bright colors & bold lettering on spine; no rips, tears, or corner bumps. The pictures depict the actual book you will receive. Countries other than USA will require additional shipping cost. Ships with Tracking Number!, Chosen Books Pub Co, 1981-07, 5<

1981, ISBN: 031060141X

[EAN: 9780310601418], Gebraucht, guter Zustand, [PU: CHOSE], Books