The Chava Diamond Chronicles - Fischer-Dixon, Eva

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Résumé :
In this third sequel of The Chava Diamond Chronicles: A Song to Remember, Chava receives an invitation from her niece who resides in Mexico, for Juliet's fifteenth birthday party, her quincea?era. After Chava's best friend and literary agent, Angela, agrees to join her, she accepts the invitation. Once they arrive, surprises are waiting not only at her ex-in-laws' home but also at a local establishment where Chava develops strong feelings for a mariachi singer while he sang Malaguena Salerosa. Juliet's father, Arturo, who is in charge of the Federales investigating a drug cartel that moved into the area, warns Chava to be careful. At her party, Juliet meets a boy named Romero and she falls in love with the boy from the other side of the tracks. Chava and Arturo fear that another Shakespearean tragedy is in the making, like Romeo and Juliet, and they do everything to prevent that from happening. While Arturo's compound is under attack by the cartel, it is up to Chava to come up with an idea to get the young lovers to safety without causing any harm to them. Chava learns that not everything is as it may seem. A lesson that questions her own humanity and trust in another man that she thought she was in love with, as he was most certainly not someone that he appeared to be. Chava and Angela prayed very hard that the lesson they learned would last for a lifetime, a lot longer than they were facing in the hands of strangers.

Biographie:
I came into this troubled world during the early morning hours of June 17, 1950, in the city of Budapest, Hungary. I was the first and last child of my 41-year-old mother and my father who was 45 years old at the time of my birth. As I did not know any better, I could not possibly understand that we were living in poverty, as I was growing up with loving parents and there was always a bite to eat. My childhood was poor and saddened with tragedies. As a six-year-old child I witnessed the bloody 1956 revolution and received the first taste of true prejudice by those of whom I thought liked us, yet turned against my family. That tragedy did not match the untimely death of my beloved father when I was not yet seven years old, on February 14, 1957. My mother remarried in 1959 and our financial situation was upgraded from poverty to poor. After finishing elementary school I made a decision to earn money as soon as possible to ease our financial situation and I enrolled in a two-year business college (high school diploma was not required). I received my Associate Degree in 1966 and I began to work as a 16-year-old certified secretary/bookkeeper. During the same period I began my high-school education, which I completed while working full-time and attending night school. I discovered my love for writing when I was 11 years old after a movie that my childhood friend and I saw in the movie theater. We were not pleased with the ending and Steven suggested that I should write a different ending that we both liked. Voila, a writer was born. With my family's encouragement, I entered a writing contest given by a youth oriented magazine and to my genuine surprise, I won second price. My desire to live in a free country and to improve my life was so great, that in 1972, leaving everything, including my aging parents behind, I managed to escape from Hungary during a tour to Austria, (then) Yugoslavia and Italy. I spent almost nine long months in a rat infested refugee camp, located Capua, Italy, while I waited for official permission to immigrate to the country of my dreams, to the USA. In 1975 I met and married a wonderful man, my husband Guy. Thanks to his everlasting patience, he assisted me in my task of learning the English language. He is truly my partner for life and I remain forever grateful to him for standing by me in some tough times. It is difficult for me to describe my love for writing. I cannot think of a bigger emotional joy for an author than to see a published novel in somebody's hand and to see a story come alive on the screen. I yearn to experience that joy.