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Book Review: Grounded





Yada Yada fans await the latest novel, Grounded, written by husband-wife team, Neta and Dave Jackson.  Grounded is the first in a new series, Windy City Neighbors, and will be released in May.

Grace Meredith is the main character.  She is a popular Christian recording artist whose life and career exemplify the stress of working too hard, rejection, loneliness, communication challenges with family and friends, romance, racial interaction, prayer and Bible study and devouring delicious foods.  Most importantly, Grace’s story drives us to look within and see if we’re motivated by performance or by the grace of God.

I highly recommend this well-written fiction novel.  It encourages every heart to keep trusting God and seeking Him for the lead of each new day.  The story takes place in Chicago where the neighborhoods and restaurants come alive in colorful fashion.  The authors reeled me into the neighborhood with descriptions of the familiar area and people of Chicago, but it could be any town anywhere where people live closely together.  The lessons are life giving and I eagerly await the next book!

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  1. Thanks for the review of this book....I will certainly keep my eyes open when it is released in May....

    Thank you so much for all the encouraging comments you have left for me...Christian sisters are the best....

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  2. Thank you for making me aware of this book. Sounds like a book I would enjoy.

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  3. Awesome review. I was born in Chicago.

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