Saturday, May 4, 2013

A Home for Phoebe by Yvonne Blake

Back Cover Blurb:

A young Algonkin woman keeps her promise to protect Phoebe, an orphaned child, in colonial New York. While surviving on the bounty of the woods, they both yearn for a place to belong. Through the friendship of a peddler, a blind granny, and a blacksmith’s family, they learn of faith and forgiveness.

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Maseppequa rested her head on her bent knees. The strange talking went on and on. She drifted halfway between sleep and reality but lifted her head quickly when she heard Pete say "Algonkin." The tall man and white woman looked at Maseppequa.

 She turned her head away. You not look at me! When Pete talked again, she turned back to listen for another familiar word. He squirmed and moved like ants crawled in his clothes. She heard the name "Suppelsa."


She heard him say, "Maseppequa” again and knew he was talking about her.

The woman looked at her and tried the name on her tongue. "Mah-sep-uh-quah." The woman’s eyes were dark blue like the evening sky. Her skin was white like a lily. Her hair was not shiny yellow like the man's. It was brown, like the bark of a tree, and curly like a sheep. She not many seasons older than me.

Pete scraped his chair on the floor as he stood up. He poured more hot water from the pot and looked into Maseppequa's eyes before returning to the table. He seemed to squirm even more. When he said "madji," Maseppequa ducked her face into her arms.

She peeked up again when his words became squawky like a crow. He pinched the top of his nose between his closed eyes and spoke the name, "Suppelsa." The room became very still. No one moved. No one talked. Even the fire in the black box whispered.

Pete spoke again and pointed at Maseppequa. She turned away, but she could not hide her face for long. I want to know words. I want to know what he says of me.

It was quiet again. The tall man walked to the black box and put more wood in the fire. He walked back and forth in the room, shaking his head. He stopped.


He slammed his fist on the table and growled low whispers into Pete's face.

Pete jumped up and yelled at the tall man. He filled the room with angry words.

Maseppequa covered her head with her arms. I go! I not be here!

The tall man was quiet. He didn't shout. He rubbed his neck and walked back and forth. He looked at the woman. Her face was very white. The tall man looked at Maseppequa. He looked at Pete, and talked quietly. Pete was quiet now. He was not angry any more.

The woman gathered the cups. She took the cup that was on the floor near Maseppequa. She put them in a bowl and pumped water on them. The Pete man put on his coat. Maseppequa's heart beat fast again.

Where you go? You not leave me!

She sprang toward him, but the door shut. She grabbed the handle and tugged. It wouldn't open. She banged the door with her hands.

You not trap me in white man's house! She pounded on the glass window.

The tall man grabbed her hands. "Pizan!"

Maseppequa pulled away and fell to the floor. No! You not do that!

Scrambling back to her space behind the black box, she folded her legs close to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. She wouldn't look at the tall man or the white woman. She rocked back and forth and sobbed into her own darkness.

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Yvonne's bio:
As Yvonne Blake travelled her pathway through life, she packed the memories in the corners of her mind. Although she lived in the deserts of Arizona and the islands of the Bahamas, the rugged hills of New York hold special memories for her. She lived at Hoags Corners throughout her pre-teen years. She swam at the Falls, bought candy at Paul’s store, visited Katie Mackmin and Mister Schillinger, and even got in trouble for rolling a snowball down a hill.

Yvonne developed her writing skills by completing the Journeyman Course of the Christian Writers Guild and participated in Faithwriters for several years. She has continued to teach children how to write on her website, Polliwog Pages, and has published a variety of stories for all ages.

She and her husband live on the coast of Maine, enjoying their grandchildren and quieter times together. Yvonne is now unpacking the boxes of memories to put them into poems, short stories, and novels. She prays her writing will be used of the Lord to entertain, enlighten, and encourage others.


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Yvonne is giving away a copy of A Home for Phoebe. The giveaway is only available to U.S. addresses.  To be entered in the book giveaway, leave a comment along with your email address. You can enter the book giveaway twice--once on each spotlight post.

Happy Reading!
Caroline Brown


Anonymous said...

This sounds very interesting. I would really love to win this one to find out about the rest of the story. Please put my name in the give-away.
Maxie mac262(at)me(dot)com

karenk said...

thanks for the chance to read this beautiful story

kmkuka at yahoo dot com

Nancy K. Sullivan said...

I've already had the privilege of reading A Home for Phoebe and just stopped by the say again how much I enjoyed it. Good luck on the drawing, but you won't want to miss owning your own copy :)

squiresj said...

Would love to win and review
jrs362 at hotmail dot com

Teela Young said...

would love to win this book to read. Then pass along to our church library. Thanks for the giveaway!

Rose Milligan said...

I would be delighted to read this book. Thanks for having the giveaway.


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