As I said before, I'm taking a break from The Hirsch Files this month. I may, however, add a book review in the middle of the month.
Why the brief sabbatical? Because it's NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month.
So, while you're waiting for your old friend, Laramie, to return, perhaps you'd be interested to check out this fantastic book that's been out for a while, now:
|Catholics should read this book.|
The Alt-Right should read this book.
Everyone should read this book.
Why toss yourself into a sick, bleak, miasma of filth with today's "contemporary" sewage fiction? Is it not better to retreat, readjust, and restore your sanity with some classic escapist fantasy? Particularly after this election? Why not strengthen your heart and take a break from the troubles of today?
Read Bovodar and the Bears.
"And what would you do if two angry bears came pounding on your door, demanding that you hurry out to meet them?" That's the dilemma for Bovodar Yarkery, who is confronted one day with a gathering of bears who wish to carry him off on their grand adventure. Across hazardous deserts, through caverns, and far up through the forests into the cold North, there stands Kalas Hall, home of an evil polar bear lord, King Valemod. The path is long, perilous, and uncertain, but if Bovodar & the Bears succeed in their mission, untold glory and riches can be theirs... but only if they can overcome the dangers that await them.
This is the complete story of Bovodar and the Bears. Readers can now read about the day Bovodar left his comfortable tree house and trace his journey all the way across the countryside to the journey's end in the far northern land of Nixwild. Previously a serial, this release is the complete tale of Bovodar Yarkery's first adventure away from home.
It's quite a book, and available for only $2.99, straight to your Kindle.
Happy All Soul's Day.
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THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day,
shall heaven and earth in ashes lay,
as David and the Sybil say.
What horror must invade the mind
when the approaching Judge shall find
and sift the deeds of all mankind!
The mighty trumpet's wondrous tone
shall rend each tomb's sepulchral stone
and summon all before the Throne.
Now death and nature with surprise
behold the trembling sinners rise
to meet the Judge's searching eyes.
Then shall with universal dread
the Book of Consciences be read
to judge the lives of all the dead.
For now before the Judge severe
all hidden things must plain appear;
no crime can pass unpunished here.
O what shall I, so guilty plead?
and who for me will intercede?
when even Saints shall comfort need?
O King of dreadful majesty!
grace and mercy You grant free;
as Fount of Kindness, save me!
Recall, dear Jesus, for my sake
you did our suffering nature take
then do not now my soul forsake!
In weariness You sought for me,
and suffering upon the tree!
let not in vain such labor be.
O Judge of justice, hear, I pray,
for pity take my sins away
before the dreadful reckoning day.
You gracious face, O Lord, I seek;
deep shame and grief are on my cheek;
in sighs and tears my sorrows speak.
You Who did Mary's guilt unbind,
and mercy for the robber find,
have filled with hope my anxious mind.
How worthless are my prayers I know,
yet, Lord forbid that I should go
into the fires of endless woe.
Divorced from the accursed band,
o make me with Your sheep to stand,
as child of grace, at Your right Hand.
When the doomed can no more flee
from the fires of misery
with the chosen call me.
Before You, humbled, Lord, I lie,
my heart like ashes, crushed and dry,
assist me when I die.
Full of tears and full of dread
is that day that wakes the dead,
calling all, with solemn blast
to be judged for all their past.
Lord, have mercy, Jesus blest,
grant them all Your Light and Rest. Amen.