I am nearing the end. I don't often do it with novels, so this is a good surprise. This story allows the reader to conclude that the action is not interrupted. Although she made some stupid teen decisions, I still like the protagonist.
The story of Esther, who lived in Jerusalem in the early 20th century, brought us into the life of the Jews, when the plight of women was to allow as many Jews as possible to live in the region. Esther opposed this future and wanted to become an artist after realizing his talents. Through a series of adventures, she gave up her artwork, got married, gave birth to a child, and once again discovered her love for painting, just once again possessing it and disappearing from her life. We experienced the painful choices she made and wondered if we would do so.
We saw her grow up from a young rebellious woman in Israel to a married, mature, rebellious adult in Paris. We smelled the smell, saw the sights, heard the sound, tasted the food, and touched the fabric she liked, because this novel became the sensory experience of her two worlds.
We sympathize with the young lady who questioned her beliefs and strict rules and wondered what God wanted her to do and did not accept the imposed rules. We learned about the Jewish customs and traditions of this period, when women were dominated by male-dominated culture. Esther tried to do the right thing, not to follow her passion; she tried to respect the religious beliefs she loved until it was too late to resist. There is joy and sadness. We remember that even in the early 20th century, women wanted to pursue their passions and how difficult it was for women to choose between religious beliefs and personal destiny. Esther reminds us of these choices, good or bad. Yes, the role of religion is good and bad.
As religion and culture change, we observe the progress of history and make women a spokesperson. When I read this article, I was amazed at the next step in the evolution of women. We will choose and decide one day. We believe that we are aware of this now, but I often want to know how it is remembered and observe how it is still a man's world.
As I grew older, I reminded me of the choices I made, those that I came out of the temptation and now feel good. I regret that. Maybe I am very lucky. What about you?
Orignal From: Talia Carner's Jerusalem Girl
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