Thursday, 26 January 2012

Great For A Rat and a Ransom.

I thrilled with this review for my latest book.

"A Rat and a Ransom" - worth every penny!, January 26, 2012

This review is from: A Rat & A Ransom (Paperback)
I had been eagerly awaiting the latest book by Yvonne I. Lee. The title alone meant I was keen to read `A Rat and a Ransom' and I was not disappointed.
Yvonne specialises in subtle allegory and as in her other books, the story is multi-dimensional, with an air of mystery combined with tense and sinister undertones.
This latest book offers another intriguing story with an unusual and enticing title, written with the real understanding which comes from experience, knowledge and accurate observation.
Whether read by those age 8 to young teens, or older readers, attracted, like myself, by the title, it is indeed a story which will strike a chord with a majority of readers.
There is tension from the start, and Y.I. Lee evokes real sympathy for Tom, the only, often lonely, child, with an all-consuming desire to have a pet.
The unexpected way Tom finds `Mask' is a nice touch, and the joy of having a pet - something that is truly yours - is universal.
The narrative draws the reader in so they become totally immersed in Tom's situation. There are heart-stopping moments of danger, suspense and nightmare scenarios whilst the unexpected ending stirs emotions.
The story is cleverly crafted so that it could have been taken in different directions and made into a totally different story if the author had chosen.
In this reader's opinion "A Rat and a Ransom" is certainly worth every penny!

Monday, 23 January 2012

My second book is published.

The cover of my latest published book. A fantasy for youngsters and the young of heart.
My second book is published. Not live yet, but published. It's a fantasy written primarily for youngsters, but those who are young at heart will also enjoy it.
It's a tale of kidnap, courage, and a boys desire for a pet, but not quite the sort of pet he imagined.

Friday, 13 January 2012

What a brill Review.

Terri gave 5 of 5 stars to:
The Shadowed Valley by Y.I.  Lee
The Shadowed Valley
byY.I. Lee (Goodreads Author)
read in January, 2012
My rating:
didn't like it it was ok liked it really liked it it was amazing
shelf: read
Author Y.I.Lee, has pretty much written a masterpiece. The characters and how she was able to tie them all together at the end were remarkable. She leads the reader through enchanted places, makes you feel like you are fighting the villains along side John and Celia..I fell in love with the talking horse who had as much heart as a human and risked her life for the two young teens she was guarding. Added to all the fantasy and fun, she put together a wonderful story line that will not leave the readers unfulfilled at the end. When I read this book I immediately thought about The Neverending Story and how I wished I could fly with Falkor the Luckdragon. Sunrise, the beautiful horse, is the Falkor in this story. This is just simply a wonderful addition to any home. Very well written!

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Book Reading.

I was out shopping with hubby a few days ago when my phone rang. It was a minister from a local church inviting me to read a portion of my latest book 'The Shadowed Valley' at an afternoon church meeting in March. To say I'm delighted is an understatement. I love doing book readings and hope this may be the start of many more.

Sunday, 8 January 2012

Another brill review for 'The Shadowed Valley'

Melody Anne

Here is another amazing book that I've read in the last month. This book is unlike anything I've read recently. It's full of adventure and romance and is completely teenager friendly. It has a very positive message. You'll be missing out if you skip it.

Friday, 6 January 2012

A Faith Building Story

I was sent this by a friend, it is so uplifting I had to keep it. I have been privileged to have similar experiences myself, especially while at Bible College.
Our God is awesome! He is loving and compassionate. Providing for our needs, blessing and protecting us.

 Isaiah 65:24

 This is a story written by a doctor who worked in Africa.
One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labour ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator).
We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in.
Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates).
'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa.
It might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles.
They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.
'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts Your job is to keep the baby warm.'

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.
During prayer time, one ten -year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'Send us a hot water bottle today It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'
While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'
As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say 'Amen?' I just did not believe that God could do this.
Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!
Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the veranda was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly-coloured, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.
Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.
Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!' Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted! Looking up at me, she asked, 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'
'Of course,' I replied!
That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator.
   And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon.'
'Before they call, I will answer.' (Isaiah 65:24)   
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost, but a lot of rewards. Let's continue praying for one another.