| PLOT SUMMARY: When thirteen-year-old Nora McCabe crawls into the old dresser that sits next to the hearth holding a few pieces of her mother's china, she dreams of luscious cakes and fairies as hunger pains grip her. It is in the dresser that Nora finds hope when her father declares they must leave their beloved Ireland for America. Hidden in the magical dresser aboard the ship traveling to a new land, Nora lives an adventure that transforms her life and turns hope into reality. |
| This sequel continues the saga of Nora McCabe and her family now dwelling in New York City where they encounter poverty and racism as Irish Catholics and immigrants. Injustice and violence are a matter of course in this mysterious and alluring city filled with strange languages. Desperately homesick, Nora vows to save money and return to her homeland of Ireland. Meanwhile, she becomes a newsboy, meets Walt Whitman, visits Barnum's museum, meets new friends, and experiences an adventure. After purchasing a ticket to return to Ireland, the Astor Opera House Riot of 1849 occurs and her father disappears. Will Nora return to Ireland? Or can she stay and maintain her spirit while finding the true meaning of home? This is an immigrant story--the kneading and mixing, the failure to rise again and again, but then rising to heights unimagined. It is a story of questioning where real home can be found, not in place, but in the soul. |
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There are numerous blogs that warrant attention, praise, and awards. I don't know if mine deserve all three, but I am asking my readers to decide. If you think they do, please vote for me at this link starting tomorrow. You have to be a member of Goodreads, which is well worth your time, whether as a reader or writer. Winners go to the Book Expo in NYC and the only way I would be able to go is if I win this contest. Being that there are so many great bloggers who have many more readers than…
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I was at an education fair for an elementary and middle school at a Barnes & Noble store last week. The atmosphere was galvanized with hunger for story and words. Parents, kids, and teachers didn't stroll or loll to look at books. The children ran throughout the store and the parents were in fast pursuit behind them. And never did I hear a parent yell at their kids to stop running, nor apologize when they nearly toppled my books off the table to get to me and ask questions about my books…
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The sun had cast shimmering gold flakes of light onto the sands at Plum Island in Newburyport, MA. It was difficult to not stray from the boardwalk and plop down on the soft piles of warmth. My husband and I had skipped household chores to drive to the refuge for a walk. It was nearly 50 degrees and we were basking in a snow-less, mild winter. As we strolled on the boardwalk, buoyant and expectant, we came to a silent assembly of birdwatchers, swathed in outdoor gear and carrying impressive…
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I grew up in Watkins Glen, New York and there were so many Italian-Americans living there that the town was oftentimes derogatorily referred to as Wop Town. I was sometimes called Redheaded Wop because I had flaming red hair and my last name was Filippetti. And people can be prejudiced and ignorant, especially in small towns like Watkins Glen, New York. The Italian name was given to me by my step-father when he married my mother, but there wasn’t an ounce of Italian blood…
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M. Sparks said… Well said Cynthia and wonderful to connect with you through this community. Congratulations on your novels and ongoing work.
Cheers,
- Marsha
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