Stones have no agency. They survive in colonies of other stones. They are buried under mountains. They fall, shaken, by earthquakes. They are scooped up by bulldozers, crushed to become gravel, blown to bits in war, brutally mined, and made into wedding rings. Then, one day, a stone lands in sunlight. A glint of pyrite on the stone’s surface catches the eye. The stone is slung into a denim pocket. Later, fingers draw it out of the denim darkness. It is placed, ceremonial, among other stones. Rocks, pebbles, stones — they have no agency. “I always look forward to getting to know Mary E. Carter’s characters. The Jews, and the righteous non-Jews as well, have a pintele yid: a spark of Jewishness that helps them navigate this complex world with sensitivity. I enjoyed the exploration of the soul hovering for three days and was intrigued with the idea that it might remember details of events that were forgotten or hidden during its time in this world. During her three-day departure, Mrs. Annette Zinn discovers that her memories have the potential to serve as a blessing.” —Rabbi Jack Shlachter, HaMakom, Santa Fe, New Mexico Paperback: 227 pages ISBN-13: 978-0578521930 $15.00 Available from Amazon.com or by consignment