Monday, January 7, 2019

TDJ Reads

“Ah, how good it is to be among people who are reading.” – Rainer Maria Rilke




This month TDJ is reading
Bury What We Cannot Take
a novel by Kirstin Chen

The day nine-year-old San San and her twelve-year-old brother, Ah Liam, discover their grandmother taking a hammer to a framed portrait of Chairman Mao is the day that forever changes their lives. 

To prove his loyalty to the Party, Ah Liam reports his grandmother to the authorities. But his belief in doing the right thing sets in motion a terrible chain of events.

You avid readers out there, share what you’re reading. Let’s go!!




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BOOK REVIEW
Done 01/28/2019


Bury What We Cannot Take: A Novel-Kirstin Chen was released March 20, 2018.

Set in 1957 Drum Wave Island-Gulangyu, Fujian Province, China.

Nine-year-old San San and her brother Ah Liam witness their grandmother smashing the portrait of Chairman Mao.  As a way to prove his loyalty to the party, Ah Liam reports his grandmother and turns their lives upside down.  Now they must flee their home on Drum Wave.  Their father is already living in Hong Kong taking care of the family business (so he would like for the family to believe) and along with their mother, Seok Koon, have come up with a plan to get their family to Hong Kong, but when the mother goes to secure passports for herself, their grandmother and both children, the government will only issue them passports on the condition she leave one of her children behind as proof her and her family will return. Begging, in distress and in haste Seok Koon makes the bad decision to leave her daughter, San San behind. 

The rest of the book tells how San San struggles daily to not get caught by the officials as she comes up with a plan of her own to get to Hong Kong, how she survives, how Seok Koon tries everything imaginable to get her daughter back, how the Ah Liam struggles with guilt, but still has his loyalty to the Party, and how the father is barely holding on and is secretly in financial ruin, living with his mistress in Hong Kong.  


Bury What We Cannot Take, is a good read, and most of the time it’s a page turner, but there were several things I didn’t like about the book.  One was the ending, and the other was character development.  The ending seemed rushed, and unreal.  Some of the characters like the dad for instance, has a huge presence throughout the book, but at the end he has such a minimal part.  

Monday, December 31, 2018

Thank you for a great 2018

Diva's and Gents!

Queen She known as Me here and I want to thank each and every one of you for taking time from your space to share my space with me.  I truly appreciate it, and I'm grateful for each time you clicked like, for each time you read or visited this page and for each time you commented; either on Facebook or here.  YOU ROCK!

Here are a few of the most liked blogs for 2018:

In 2019  a few things will be different for The Diva Journals.  I've challenged myself to:

  • Read at least 12 books and do online reviews 
  •  Learn 52 new words! so yes there will be word of the week Wednesdays
  • Continue to develop and begin to expand my wine palate; once a month I will post which wine I try for the first time.
  • Vlogs!  Yes, the Diva Journals is coming from behind the keyboard and there will be vlogs next year.
Along with the above I will do bi-weekly and sometimes daily blog posts.  You just never know.  I hope you'll continue to take this journey with me as I learn, and I hope you'll continue to let me share, empty my brain from time to time and ramble on.  

I love you more each year!  I'll see you soon.

Monday, November 5, 2018





Be Original.  Stay true to yourself.  Push the card more than once. Be Bold.  Be Kind.  Be a leader. Be positive.  Be strong. Be grateful.  But whatever you do in life, be you & BE ORIGINAL.

Monday, October 29, 2018

Happy Monday


Wishing you a productive and prosperous week.   Positive Vibes Only, continue to push forward, and through. Remember, not every comment deserves a response; watch your words for they become actions, keep them because your precious words will be needed at a specific time.  Be happy, and spread happiness. Be kind.  Don't let the insecurities and judgement of/from others hinder you from being you. Be amazing.  Be great. You can do it.

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

My Tuesday Tune


Hey Peeps, it’s Queen She known as me here and I’m talking today about…you guessed it, my Tuesday tune, or as I often call it, my private noise!

 The tune I’m listening to as I type this post is by The Lijadu Siters and it’s called Come on Home.  



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“Come on Home” is a summery piece of art, the sonic equivalent of a flowery sun dress, and a timeless testament to the internationally ubiquitous feeling of joy."-Vibes 

I started listening to Nigerian music four years ago and at the same time introducing my oldest granddaughter to it.  Turns out it would later benefit her because several of her closest friends are Nigerian, and she's able to enjoy their music with them and they can enjoy hers with her.

Anyways, I started out listening to Wizkid, Davido, Tiwa Savage and Emma Nyra who are all present-day singers, songwriters and performers, but The Lijadu Sisters are identical twin sisters’ who in the 1960’s and 70’s intertwined funk, afro-beat, and soul into their music.  They were known for incorporating their Nigerian roots; like in the song Come on Home the lyrics are both in English and their native Yoruba.  Another example is the song starts off with the sound of West African talking drums, and then you hear a bass guitar.

So take a listen to my Tuesday Tune, let me know if you dig it! Peace.

Thursday, October 11, 2018

Dear Brother

Dear Brother.  I was supposed to do and publish this post a week ago on your birthday, but, I didn't want to write about you, I wanted to reminisce about the time when you were here with us.  Selfish I know.  Sometimes I can't believe that you're not here; your spirit has soared away, and the shell of a body that housed it has been properly laid to rest.  I understand it all, I just can't get my heart to sink.

To be absent from us means you're present with Him.  I know you're looking down on us all.  I have your picture on my wall at work.  I glance over and see you with that huge grin and hairy chin, I tear up.  I know you're in a better place, and it hurt me to see you in so much pain.  It's just hard to believe sometimes that in this whole gigantic world with all these people in it, not one of their faces belong to you.  I guess that's called grief. I wasn't ready. I wasn't ready.

Your other siblings miss you tremendously.  They carry on with their lives the best way they know how.  They are living; but i'm sure sometimes they have to stop and catch their breaths, especially when it hits them, you're not here.  I'm sure we all have our own little emotional ride on the roller coaster, then we jump off when we need to in order to carry on and move forward.

Just so you know, you were the coolest, kiddo.  The sweetest person I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.  It was truly an honor to be one of your sisters. Top notch special.  

Missing and loving you always Jason H. Parker. I'll see ya later.