Naomi, the Rabbi’s Wife

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SPECIAL ENDORSEMENTS

From Rabbi Michael Wolf, Writer-director: The Sound of the Spirit, and Author: The Upper Zoo, The Linotype Operator
“Naomi, the Rabbi’s Wife, by Miriam Finesilver, is an amazing book and a joy to read. It’s incredibly well written, and the story draws the reader in from the first page. I fell in love with the characters…from Naomi, to Daniel, to Naomi’s counselor Melinda. Even the characters who aren’t so lovable, like the theater producer Gary, are fascinating. I recommend Naomi, the Rabbi’s Wife to anyone who is searching for powerful inspiring literature.”

From Nancy McDonald, Executive Director of Hope Women’s Centers http://www.friendsofhope.com/blog/
I’m recommending a great read for those of you who would like to better understand how abortion affects women. I give it A++++ rating – I read it completely through in two nights! Here is an insightful comment from one of our long-time supporters who finished the book the same day I did: “What an eye-opener! All these years I’ve been supporting Hope, I’ve had no idea what post abortive women go through. Now I get it. Before reading the book, I never gave this subject much thought at all. But now my passion has been awakened. I remember a similar awakening at my first Hope banquet in the late 1990’s. Prior to then, I had been pro-life, but in name only. That night, my passion for life was awakened, and I have been supporting Hope ever since. This book has now had the same kind of effect on me, from an entirely different angle. My eyes are opened to post-abortion suffering, and I feel an urgency to help.”

REVIEWS FROM AMAZON READERS:
this was the best novel I’ve read in a long time May 11, 2015
What a talented writer she is. I am an avid reader, and this was the best novel I’ve read in a long time. I laughed through parts of it, and cried through parts of it, and also learned a lot about the Jewish faith. I would highly recommend this book, and I hope there will be many more.

Great read! May 2, 2015
Well written, interesting and enjoyable. highly recommend!

Entertaining and Educational too! Great Read! May 18, 2015
Bought book for Mother’s Day gift for wife. She loved it. Saw it sitting on table the other night and started reading a little bit of it. WOW! Very good read. 4 1/2 hours later I was still deep in it. Miriam did a wonderful job with this book. It is not a book to breeze through in a couple of hours. It is very interesting and truly does teach some of the Jewish customs. Thanks for that! I hope she has more books in the works! Then again, with all the books I have to read for seminary I don’t know if I would have the time to read another one. But, if they are going to be as good as this one then I will make time.

Added note: If there is ever a book signing in your area, GO! Miriam is a wonderful person with a heart for God!

Message sent via Facebook
MiMi, I read your book and I LOVED it. It was the best novel I’ve read in ages, and I love to read. Hope there will be many more. I would love to see a sequel

For those of you who would like to better understand how abortion affects women. I give it A++++ rating – I read it completely through in two nights. I didn’t even cook dinner or eat the last two nights – I just rushed home from work and stuck my nose in the book until I finished about midnight last night. I can’t wait to talk further with her…there is so much truth in the writing.

FROM AN EMAIL:
Oh, my goodness. My eyes are a little bloodshot, as I stayed up till midnight the last two nights to devour your book. God bless you for writing this…I believe God will use it to break down many walls that are keeping women isolated in their pain.

Thank you for writing this. I loved it! I also cried when it was over, I was so anxious to know about Daniel’s journey — but then I thought how smart you are…already set up for the sequel!

Congratulations on a job well done!

Another email:
I LOVED the book. I want MORE… I want their next steps.

And a reader sent the following in a card:
All I can say is wow! Your book was one I read in two days – so glad my husband was out of town so I could have no interruptions! Thank you for the insight on Jewish life – as well as the wonderful love story between Naomi and Rabbi Dan. Now when will the second novel come? I need to know . . . I will be recommending your book to friends – it is too good to not share!

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ABOUT THE BOOK:

Naomi’s acting career was soaring—until she became pregnant. Her boyfriend told her, “You know what to do—think about your career.” Yet after Naomi complied with his wishes, she found her career was the last thing she could think about.

Can a moment in time cause a human soul to collapse? A choice was made. A wound etched into the heart. What was promised as the way to be free was a lie she chose to believe.

Then the unexpected happens—love—in the form of Rabbi Dan. They call it B’Sheirt, the fingerprints of divine providence. Now that Naomi has found true love, will her secret be safe? Will her recurring nightmares finally cease? And when she finds true forgiveness, what will be the cost?

Walk with Naomi through the world of theatre, life as a rabbi’s wife, and ultimately to Jerusalem’s Wailing Wall.

Endorsements

Naomi, the Rabbi’s Wife combines romance and biblical truth in a Jewish paradigm.  Naomi, the heroine, is on a quest for fame and romance in her role as an actress in New York City.  She gains a measure of recognition and success, but her relationships suffer from her wrong decisions.  Her quest for fame turns into a quest for forgiveness.  At that point she meets the rabbi, and her world is turned upside down.

Having been an actress and a script writer, Mrs. Finesilver knows how to develop the characters and increase the tension until the surprising ending.  Besides being an excellent novel, this story is made for the screen. The dialogue has depth and humor, and the plot is not predictable but unfolds at the right pace to thoroughly engage the reader.  Those who seek out biblical romance novels will love this one.  An added bonus is getting an education in Judaism, its biblical observance in modern-day America, and its old-world customs and Hebrew phrases.  Messianic Judaism is brought into play also.

I whole-heartedly recommend this book to people of every religious belief.

Nancy Petrey
Author, Musician, Bible Teacher
www.jewishrootsjourney.blogspot.com
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A sneak preview – the first few pages

September 1977

Naomi, alone in the elevator for the final fourteen floors, once again practiced her audition piece. “I’m a little lamb lost in the . . .” Hearing her voice crack, she mimed holding a gun to her head, pulled the trigger and made a popping sound.

Emerging from the elevator at the twenty-ninth floor, she squeezed past all the other actresses crowding the hallway and walked toward the sign-in desk. Every actress in town must be here today. Great, like I’m really the one who’s going to get the part.

The woman at the desk was busy painting her fingernails a bright red. After an attention-getting cough from Naomi, the woman sighed. “Yes?”

“I’m Naomi Gold. I signed up this morning. Can you tell me how soon you might be calling my number?”

Continuing to apply the nail polish, she asked, “What’s your —?”

“Sixty-eight.”

Running a still-wet fingernail down a checklist, she said, “You’re next.”

“You’re kidding? I thought—”

Immediately the door to the hallowed audition room opened and a plump bleached-blonde young woman slumped out, her mascara streaking down from her tear-filled eyes.

“Next.”

Naomi moved swiftly to the all-important open door, flashing a smile at the curly-haired young man holding it open. At the same moment, a petite brunette carrying a Styrofoam cup filled with coffee rushed to the sign-in desk. Naomi attempted to avoid a collision, but the other actress was running full-tilt. They collided and coffee splashed onto Naomi’s expensive new cashmere sweater

“I’m sorry,” the actress apologized. Placing the cup on the desk, she reached into her purse.

“That’s okay.” Naomi absentmindedly picked up the half-full cup and entered into the room.

Shutting the door behind them, the young man extended his hand, but Naomi carried the coffee cup in one hand and her portfolio in the other. Since she was trying out for a part in an improvisational group, she might as well start now.

“Hey, figured you must need some coffee by now,” she adlibbed, adding a smile and an intentional shrug of the shoulders.

He peered into the cup. “It’s half empty.”

She pointed her chin to the area where the coffee had stained her right sleeve. “Here’s the other half.”

Having recently seen his picture in the New York Times magazine section, she knew this was Gary Ruben, the show’s director. What am I doing kibitzing with him? I’m such an idiot.

Then she heard him chuckle. Whew.

Struggling not to spill the coffee, she reached into her leather case for her headshot.

“Allow me,” he said, taking the cup from her. “I’m Gary.”

“Thank you.” She found his brown eyes warming.

A statuesque raven-haired woman, impeccably dressed in an expensive business suit, rose from her seat and strolled over to receive Naomi’s picture. Turning it over she scanned the resume which was imprinted on the back.

“I’m Gwen Champion, the casting director, and over there,” she paused and pointed to a corpulent bald-headed gentleman sitting with his back to all three of them, “is our producer.”

“Thank you.” Spotting the piano player, Naomi retrieved her sheet music from the portfolio and handed it to him. “I’ll give you a signal when to come in with the intro. Pianissimo at first,” she instructed, “and when I start singing, go to mezzo piano.”

He glanced at the three-panel judge and jury with a quizzical look. Maybe her tone had been too assertive. After all, to them she was merely another unknown actress.

Naomi turned toward Gary. “Too much chutzpah, huh?”

“I think I’m getting used to it with you.” He turned toward the piano player. “Steve, do what the lady says.” Taking his seat, he smiled and winked at her.

At that moment, she would have been thrilled to stop everything and simply enjoy spending time with this famous and apparent fun-loving man. But she needed to focus. If she did well such a time may come. She paraded herself to the center of the room, and began her monolog.

“Okay, so you see this ravishing creature, right?” She struck a fashion model’s pose. “Not to shock you, but I wasn’t always so beautiful. Picture this: Nine years old.” She drooped her shoulders, puffed out her cheeks and spread her arms wide apart. “Chubby would be putting it kindly—Dad called me pleasingly plump, but just between us, I don’t think I really was pleasing to anyone. Then there was the matter of the hair—total frizz—and eyeglasses no less.”

Reaching into the pocket of her skirt, she pulled out an oversized black pair of spectacles. “The only one in my grade who had to wear them. Now, let me tell you about my best friend, Marianne Leibowitz. You got time?”

Gary Ruben nodded, “Go on.”

“Marianne. Perfect size six, hair went into a perfect flip, and to top it off her parents inherit a fortune and move into this absolute mansion. It’s Marianne’s big birthday party at the Leibowitz mansion. In my mind, Dad drops me off not to a party but to an execution.”

Naomi paused to move a finger across her neck, symbolizing her throat being cut. “When you’re fat, got frizzy hair and glasses, you’re a natural shoo-in for the role of most picked-on kid in the class. It was bad enough that lately Marianne joined in with everyone else picking on me, but this day Mrs. Leibowitz decides she would make fun of me, too. ‘Oh look at the birthday cake—bet Naomi could eat the whole thing all by herself.’ “The reason I remember this day is not because of the being picked-on stuff—why should it be?—it was the norm back then. I remember that day because something kinda extraordinary happened.”

As Naomi talked, she crossed to another area of her performing space. “I managed to get off by myself in a nook in their gigantic kitchen, and while sitting there it was like this thought came to me: There’s something more real than any of this. It was like I was treated to a momentary glimpse of reality. I had found the meaning of life.”

Naomi acknowledged the musician. Taking his cue, he very softly played the song’s intro.

“But, whoops, now you see it, now you don’t. Like I could almost see the thought as it went flying away, I literally tried reaching out to grab it.” Gesturing as though attempting to catch something, she made eye contact with Gary. “The question is this: Is there someone who watches over us?”

With the piano picking up in volume, Naomi sang in a velvety alto voice.

There’s a somebody I’m longing to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone to watch over me

Following the notation on the song sheet, the pianist switched from a ballad-type tempo to an up-tempo blues beat.

I’m a little lamb who’s lost in a wood
I know I could always be good
To one who’ll watch over me

As the pianist returned to the original slow tempo, Naomi modulated her voice to the soft and poignant tone in which she had begun the song.

… Someone to watch over me.

Fine and full of adrenaline while performing, now she needed to control the knocking of her knees. Usually taking several deep breaths and imagining a peaceful moonlit night helped; today was requiring a few extra breaths.

Ready to hear the familiar “Thank you, we’ll call if interested,” she instead saw a wide smile on Gary’s face.

He asked, “Did you write the monolog part yourself?”

“No. I lived it.”

Turning to Gwen, Gary said, “Let me see her resume.” After a quick scan, he asked, “Naomi Gold? What is it really? Goldstein? Goldberg? It’s never just Gold.” He winked and then shifted his gaze to the others and confided, “Truth is I’m Rubenstein, not Ruben.

“Well, you’re wrong,” Naomi blurted, then hesitated for a well-timed pause. “It’s Goldblatt.”

Gary rose from his seat, took Naomi’s hand and ushered her to the door. “Goldblatt, huh?