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‘The Sandcastle Girls’

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Today I want introduce to all to a brilliant author  of 15 novels, including the New York Times bestsellers, The Night Strangers, Secrets of Eden, Skeletons at the Feast, The Double Bind, Before You Know Kindness, and Midwives. The Night Strangers paperback arrives on April 24, 2012.

Chris Bohjalian

Chris Bohjalian wrote a novel on the armenian genocide, which comes out july 17. I can’t wait to read it!

” I knew almost nothing about my grandparents’ story. But that picture reminded me of those moments when, as a child myself, I would sit on my grandfather’s lap or listen to him, enrapt, as he played his beloved oud. I recalled the wondrous aroma of lamb and mint that always wafted from their front door when I would arrive, and my grandmother’s magnificent cheese boregs. I thought of their library filled with books in a language—an alphabet—I could not begin to decipher, even as I was learning to read English.” – Chris read the rest here Armenian Weekly  

The Sandcastle Girls

” Over the course of his career, New York Times bestselling novelist Chris Bohjalian has taken readers on a spectacular array of journeys. Midwivesbrought us to an isolated Vermont farmhouse on an icy winter’s night and a home birth gone tragically wrong. The Double Bind perfectly conjured the Roaring Twenties on Long Island—and a young social worker’s descent into madness. And Skeletons at the Feast chronicled the last six months of World War Two in Poland and Germany with nail-biting authenticity. As The Washington Post Book World has noted, Bohjalian writes “the sorts of books people stay awake all night to finish.”
In his fifteenth book, The Sandcastle Girls, he brings us on a very different kind of journey. This spellbinding tale travels between Aleppo, Syria, in 1915 and Bronxville, New York, in 2012—a sweeping historical love story steeped in the author’s Armenian heritage, making it his most personal novel to date.
When Elizabeth Endicott arrives in Syria, she has a diploma from Mount Holyoke College, a crash course in nursing, and only the most basic grasp of the Armenian language. The First World War is spreading across Europe, and she has volunteered on behalf of the Boston-based Friends of Armenia to deliver food and medical aid to refugees of the Armenian genocide. There, Elizabeth becomes friendly with Armen, a young Armenian engineer who has already lost his wife and infant daughter. When Armen leaves Aleppo to join the British Army in Egypt, he begins to write Elizabeth letters, and comes to realize that he has fallen in love with the wealthy, young American woman who is so different from the wife he lost.Flash forward to the present, where we meet Laura Petrosian, a novelist living in suburban New York. Although her grandparents’ ornate Pelham home was affectionately nicknamed the “Ottoman Annex,” Laura has never really given her Armenian heritage much thought. But when an old friend calls, claiming to have seen a newspaper photo of Laura’s grandmother promoting an exhibit at a Boston museum, Laura embarks on a journey back through her family’s history that reveals love, loss—and a wrenching secret that has been buried for generations.” 

Make sure you join his Facebook page  to check out and read about his latest 🙂 I will be blogging about his book once I read it to give my personal opinion as well!


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  1. for Chris Bohjalian Novel ‘The Sandcastle Girls’
    (His surname Bohja or Bahja means happiness in many Eastern languages)

    We are proud of you Chris
    And we will always be…
    Because you’re a real author and a human
    Caring for Nation who lost every thing since centuries…!

    The cover of the book “the Sandcastle Girls”
    Is so…beautiful-soulful peace of painting but melancholic…
    When I look at it…I feel my self…
    As if…I’m there with my ancestors-beloveds…
    There in Der-Zor desert…in that flat-hot-dry arid land…
    Standing…on a hill…searching for drop of water…
    I feel my grandfathers’ skeletons under my feet
    Imagining smashed eyeballs still wet with tears…
    And I can view their genocided-bleeding hands…
    Still alive without any golden rings…
    Girls, brides, mothers lost loved once…their kin…their peers
    Pointing to the sun…to the blue April sky…of 1915-1923 and still…
    Calling Saints…Calling Jesus…Calling merciful God…
    Singing ‘Sharagans’ (hymns) of St. Komidas/Gomidas (1869-1935)
    “Oh my God” (Alah Akbar)…As Arabs Bedouins calls and called God
    When they saw the ‘ungodly atrocities’ of Ottomans)…
    But still…No one could hear…and care…!
    They continued what they did…with pride…
    That they knew how to kill and confiscate…!
    As an Arab Poet, Assad Rustom wrote…from Washington, USA
    When they hanged his literate friends in Lebanon…in May 6, 1916
    “ The sons of Turks you are never Muslims”

    Can Chris’s book, which carries the name of Christ, answer us why…
    Why they did it all shamelessly…and still they deny…?
    May be the recent discovery of Peter Higgs Boson (God Particle) of July 2012
    Will give us the answer one day…Why they butchered so artful race
    Those build, their schools…their palaces …their Minarets…
    Since the famous Armenian Architect called ‘Mimar’ Joseph Sinan (1489-1588)
    And the family of Balyan
    Those they never carried scimitars…knives…stones…guns…!!!

    (C) Sylva Portoian, M.D


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