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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Another, America's with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Sister, Sister'
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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Sister, Sister about DONNA, HILL, Walk with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Short Stories & Anthologies
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conversations.value: DONNA HILL was first published in 1987 with the short story "The Long Walk." To date, she has 24 titles in print, 17 novels, and 7 novellas. Three of her novels were adapted for television. Her work has appeared on Blackboard, Emerge, Ingram and Essence bestseller lists. She is the recipient of several awards for her body of work. Her previous short stories have been included in Rosie's Curl and Weave, Della's House of Style, Welcome to Leo's and Going to the Chapel.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Her previous short stories have been included in Rosie's Curl and Weave, Della's House of Style, Welcome to Leo's and Going to the Chapel." To date, she has 24 titles in print, 17 novels, and 7 novellas. Three of her novels were adapted for television. Her work has appeared on Blackboard, Emerge, Ingram and Essence bestseller lists. She is the recipient of several awards for her body of work.DONNA HILL was first published in 1987 with the short story "The Long Walk.
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conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Sister, Sister
  Anna Rosner Blay, one of the growing number of second-generation writers, has managed, with an insider's knowledge, to convey the deep continuity of experience linking the generations, from her family's pre-war lives, shattered by the Holocaust, to her own.
  Against the background of the lottery of life and death endured by her family, Anna Blay makes us subtly but irrefutably aware that the Holocaust is not a thing of the past. In sharing briefly so much of her personal life, she creatively and convincingly charts those elusive links between her aunt's and her mother's past and the different phases in her own life.
  She describes feelings and experiences that echo with the past, and daily resonate in her very being: her dread when visiting a doctor, the shivers of anxiety evoked by symbols of war, her nightmares, guilts, her yearnings, her dawning knowledge of what she is not meant to know. Each echo is transported across the barriers of time and space, transmitted from one generation to the next, to the daughter who, with the immediacy and intensity of personal ownership, relives them as if part of her own past.
  So, out of the despair and blackness there emerges a growing sense of celebration; of a family, having run the gauntlet of the bestiality of Nazism and beyond, sustained by faith, surviving, bearing witness. The aunt and the mother—sister, sister—celebrate the beginning of a new life, the birth of a son and daughter, a daughter whose legacy it will be to chronicle the fragments of a culture, a way of life, and the God-given resilience shown by members of her family who, despite the odds, triumphed over the atrocities that confronted them.
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: We were then taken to the showers. We huddled cold and naked in the large concrete room, eyeing the metal pipes overhead with fear and clutching each other. Someone said they could smell gas. There were ripples of hysteria. The time dragged on interminably and my thoughts were a jumbled panic. Was this where it ended? My vision became blurry. I saw the faces of my sister, my husband. Had all my suffering been for this?
  At last a thin trickle of icy water began to fall on us from the metal pipes above. We gasped in shock and relief. I began to laugh hysterically, letting the stream of cold water pour over my head. We emerged from the showers, a sea of naked shivering bodies. There were no towels. I could see that some of the women's bodies were badly bruised and scratched. Everyone was skinny, with bones protruding. Breasts were just folds of hanging skin. We were all trembling with cold.
  They took us to a storeroom set up with tables piled high with clothing. They gave us old clothes to wear, chosen at random and thrown at us: men's shirts, socks, underwear or tablecloths. I was given a light-blue night-dress that was too big for me. Others had ridiculous garments that were much too small. We also had rough wooden clogs thrown to us. They didn't care whether we got two left feet. These clogs gave me terrible blisters.
  Then some Slovak women guards screamed at us and pushed us around. These women were Jewish, but they came from little villages where they were brought up as rough peasants, with much more strength and cunning than we had. They were quite different from us and they had contempt for the 'intelligentsia'. They seemed to enjoy tormenting us with their brutality.
  We were counted and allocated bunks in barracks without windows in the women's camp. The floor was of damp clay, seeping water. There were three tiers of bunks here, but they were wide, and eight women had to fit on one bunk. The thin straw pallet was damp and stinking, and crawled with bedbugs. The little bit of grey blanket we had to cover ourselves with was filthy. Four women were sent out to the kitchens for 'coffee'. They came back with a cold watery liquid, which the female guard dished out into the dented tin cups we were given. All the while, she was hurling insults at us. We were dying to have a drink, despite its taste. I drank it in one gulp. There was no bread, nothing to eat. When it was time to sleep we all had to roll onto our right sides so that we could fit on our bunk. We could hear rats running around.
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conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
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conversations.value: A number of people were very helpful and encouraging to me in the course of this project. Their assistance is greatly appreciated.
  My thanks also to Marysia Nick (Sperling) in Tel Aviv and Mila Singer (Braw) in Melbourne for providing valuable information about my aunt's experiences in Płaszów and Auschwitz; and to Maurice Daniels, another survivor of Płaszów, for his readiness to be consulted on particular facts and details.
  Words and names in Polish are pronounced according to consistent rules. The following is a selective and highly simplified guide to the principal sounds. The stress (') in Polish almost always falls on the second-last syllable.
  Born in Paris in 1947, Anna emigrated with her parents to Melbourne in 1949. She is married with three grown-up sons and one grandchild. Her love of art, music and painting has been engendered in her three sons. Anna became an English and French teacher in 1985 and is now Head of LOTE (Languages Other Than English) in a private school in Melbourne.
  She visited Kraków and Auschwitz on her honeymoon, and is a member of Descendants of the Shoah Inc., a second-generation group that meets regularly in Melbourne to discuss their parents' relationship to the Holocaust, and their relationships with their parents.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: , a second-generation group that meets regularly in Melbourne to discuss their parents' relationship to the Holocaust, and their relationships with their parents..
  She visited Kraków and Auschwitz on her honeymoon, and is a member of Descendants of the Shoah Inc. Anna became an English and French teacher in 1985 and is now Head of LOTE (Languages Other Than English) in a private school in Melbourne. Her love of art, music and painting has been engendered in her three sons. She is married with three grown-up sons and one grandchild.
  Born in Paris in 1947, Anna emigrated with her parents to Melbourne in 1949. The stress (') in Polish almost always falls on the second-last syllable. The following is a selective and highly simplified guide to the principal sounds.
  Words and names in Polish are pronounced according to consistent rules.
  My thanks also to Marysia Nick (Sperling) in Tel Aviv and Mila Singer (Braw) in Melbourne for providing valuable information about my aunt's experiences in Płaszów and Auschwitz; and to Maurice Daniels, another survivor of Płaszów, for his readiness to be consulted on particular facts and details. Their assistance is greatly appreciated.A number of people were very helpful and encouraging to me in the course of this project