Boaz Brown

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Right man...wrong color?
LaShondra has done the work on herself first. She's gotten her education and, more importantly, developed a strong relationship with Christ. Now, she's ready for a man-but not just any man. She wants a Boaz, a godly man...who's gainfully employed...and it would hurt if he looked good, too. God answers with three out of three, but there's a twist: her perfect man, Stelson Brown, isn't African-American.

While LaShondra's...

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Overview

Right man...wrong color?
LaShondra has done the work on herself first. She's gotten her education and, more importantly, developed a strong relationship with Christ. Now, she's ready for a man-but not just any man. She wants a Boaz, a godly man...who's gainfully employed...and it would hurt if he looked good, too. God answers with three out of three, but there's a twist: her perfect man, Stelson Brown, isn't African-American.

While LaShondra's parents are happy about her professional success, they're chomping at the bit for her to get married. Her father (who wouldn't even let her bring her white friends home from school) and her mother (who's gets word about the white man through the church folk grapevine) will have more than a few words for her when they find out-if LaShondra ever gets around to telling her family and friends about Stelson.

The racial climate at LaShondra's job isn't helping the situation. LaShondra suspects that the principal is buffering grades for certain students. Can she keep her integrity while keeping her job as vice principal?

Boaz Brown is the first novel of bestselling novelist Michelle Stimpson. In essence, it launched her career as a writer and is still one of her best-loved works.

"Sassy...refreshingly forthright...an excellent reading group selection." -Library Journal (Starred Review)

"Thought-provoking...offers lessons for all" -Publisher's Weekly

"Powerful...stylishly written...delivers hard questions in a tightly wrapped package of complex relationships, power struggles, and heart-melting romance." -Romantic Times Bookclub Magazine (4.5 stars)

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Set in Dallas, Stimpson's debut novel effectively uses flashbacks to dramatize the conflicts faced by her deeply spiritual narrator, LaShondra Smith. A successful school vice-principal about to turn 31, LaShondra yearns for Mr. Right. Naturally, this special man has to be not only honorable, compassionate and rich but also Christian and black, like Boaz in the Bible. On career day, LaShondra meets Stelson Brown, the handsome white partner of the Brown-Cooper Engineering firm, and is immediately attracted to him. As her feelings for this Christian Prince Charming grow, LaShondra has to deal with a school administration that questions her ability to cope with diversity issues and, more importantly, a father who disapproves of her dating outside her race. In the sobering denouement, her father reveals a family secret about an incident in Ellerson, Tex., in 1958 that forever crushed his dreams and trust in the white man. Aimed most obviously at African-American women of faith, this thought-provoking tale of anger, prejudice and romance offers important lessons for all. 3-city author tour. (June 30) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
This debut novel is a thought-provoking, sassy contemporary romance about a successful, thirtyish, African American woman. LaShondra Smith has a great job, a strong faith, and supportive friends. What she lacks is a special man with whom to spend her life until she meets Stelson Brown, who embodies everything she is looking for in a partner-except that he is white. Getting closer to Stelson means enduring the reactions of her family and friends as well as facing her own unresolved fears and subconscious prejudices. Stimpson's writing is refreshingly forthright, and she handles the complicated themes of interracial romance and its impact on both black and white societies with grace and aplomb. Her novel would make an excellent reading group selection and would also appeal to fans of Stephanie Perry Moore (A Lova' Like No Otha'). Highly recommended for most collections. Stimpson is an educational consultant who lives near Dallas. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Reed Business Information - Publisher's Weekly
Set in Dallas, Stimpson's debut novel effectively uses flashbacks to dramatize the conflicts faced by her deeply spiritual narrator, LaShondra Smith. A successful school vice-principal about to turn 31, LaShondra yearns for Mr. Right. Naturally, this special man has to be not only honorable, compassionate and rich but also Christian and black, like Boaz in the Bible. On career day, LaShondra meets Stelson Brown, the handsome white partner of the Brown-Cooper Engineering firm, and is immediately
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781497556867
  • Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing
  • Publication date: 6/29/2012
  • Pages: 296
  • Sales rank: 402,870
  • Product dimensions: 6.00 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 0.62 (d)

Meet the Author

Michelle Stimpson is the national bestselling, award-winning author of more than 25 books and 50 short stories. Visit her online at www.MichelleStimpson.com.
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Boaz Brown


By Michelle Stimpson

Warner Books

Copyright © 2004 Michelle Stimpson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-446-53247-9


Chapter One

When I was growing up, Sunday mornings always found me out of bed by eight. The scent and sizzle of bacon and eggs frying on the stove wafted through the house, gently waking my senses first. I would lie there with my eyes closed, absorbing everything that meant Sunday morning to me: warm sheets beneath me, a blanket that I had pulled up to my neck in the middle of the night, Jonathan's favorite cartoon characters singing along with the white ball as it bounced over the words, and Daddy humming an incomprehensible tune while shaving in the hallway bathroom (though I never could understand why somebody who rarely saw the church's interior would get up so early on a Sunday). Still, Daddy's scrambling right along with us was a part of the routine. If nothing else, he would help Jonathan get his tie on right.

"Shondra!" Momma called from the kitchen, "Get a move on!"

I poked my head out from under the covers and answered, "Yes, ma'am," in that high-pitched "I'm up" tone. Just one more minute. Then I began to think about my new white socks and my dress or the way Momma had rolled my hair the night before. I reasoned with myself, willing my feet to swing out and meet the cool rush of air on the other side of that bedspread.

I made my first stop at the mirror, unfastened one ofthe pink hair rollers, and watched my bangs spring out of the foam. A smile spread across my face at the sight of that spiral curl. I pulled it down until it met my nose. My hair still smelled like Royal Crown grease and the smoke that embedded itself in each shaft during the pressing process. If I'd held my head perfectly still the night before, I wouldn't have any burns behind my ears or at my temples. If I'd jumped at the sound of the hot comb frying what Momma claimed was "only grease," I might have the marks to show for it.

Momma took a break from cooking breakfast to come in and check on me. She wore a brown fleece robe with pink house shoes, but I had lived the routine enough to know that she already had on her girdle and white stockings underneath. She'd brushed her hair back, but there was no bun at the nape. Only a few bobby pins to hold the mass down. She would be wearing a hat that covered her entire head this morning. Probably the white one with sequins and feathers all over it.

"Turn 'round here. I'm gonna let your slip down a little more. I believe that hem on your white dress is pretty low." She stood behind me and adjusted the straps on my slip such that it fell another inch or two. "There you go. Let me see you."

I turned to face her, all smiles. The bags puffed up beneath her eyes as she pushed her cheeks toward a wide smile of her own. "Look at my baby. You're the prettiest little girl in the whole wide world."

"Really, Momma?" I asked.

"No doubt about it. God blessed me with a pretty, smart, wonderful little girl." She planted a soft kiss on my forehead and stood at arm's length to look at me again. "Won't be long before those little boys at church start takin' a liking to you, you know."

"I don't like boys." I wrinkled my nose and bared my teeth. I didn't like it when she teased me about boys. Especially not since I'd started getting that tickly, peculiar sensation in my stomach every time I saw people kiss on television.

She gave me a glance that said, "you-just-wait-and-see." Then she left my room, half singing and half moaning one of her favorite congregational hymns: "Servin' the Lord Will Pay Off After While." I wished that she would come back and do something-anything-in my room. I wanted to smell her powder, hear her sing, and feel the warmth in her notes surround me like a tattered family quilt passed down through generations. Worn to threads in some spots, but worth its original weight in gold.

"Now may the grace and mercy of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ rest, rule, and abide in us all until we meet again. Let the church sing, Aaaa-men." Pastor Simmons dismissed the congregation of True Way Church of God in Christ, and a bustle of conversation began. Sisters and Mothers, clad in a colorful array of tailored suits with fancy hats and sparkling jewelry, hugged each other and planted soft, saintly kisses on each other's cheeks. Mother Frances hugged me and told me what a wonderful job I was doing with the children, as she always did when I saw her. "You keep up the good work, baby. God's got a blessing for you."

I kissed her soft, wrinkled cheek and replied, "Thank you, Mother Frances."

"How's your mother?" she asked. Mother Frances was part of the underground reporting agency my mother used to keep tabs on me at True Way-I was sure of it.

"Oh, she's doing fine."

"Tell her I said hi."

"Yes, ma'am."

The men, what few there were, exchanged handshakes and visual inspections on their way to the vestibule. Younger children, who rarely got the chance to beat on the drums, ran to the drummer's empty seat to beat out a few loud clashes before the organist shooed them away. The cheerful hum of church folk idly socializing filled the sanctuary but quickly succumbed to Deacon Bradbury's it's-time-to-go signal of dimming the lights.

I grabbed my tote bag filled with pencils, pens, and paper, and rushed over to talk with Sister Charles. I found her just past the swinging doors of the sanctuary at the water fountain. She was bent over, Bible in left hand and the bag from our denomination's annual women's convention slung over her right shoulder.

"Hello, Sister Charles." I tapped her as she swallowed her last gulp.

"Hi, Sister Smith." She wiped the stray drops from her lips and then pulled me into a hearty hug. "How did Alvin do in tutoring tonight?"

"That's what I came over to tell you-he worked so hard! I have never seen anyone put so much effort into learning fractions in all of my life," I laughed. Alvin, who was standing at her side, put his head down and smiled. Sister Charles's face lit up, her oily, smooth complexion catching every bit of light that bounced off it. I got the feeling that this was the first piece of good news Sister Charles had heard about her Alvin in a long time.

"Did he really?"

I placed my left hand on Alvin's shoulder, animating my words with my right hand. "Alvin, you can do anything you put your mind to. But you cannot give up when things get hard."

"I'm so glad you all started this Wednesday night tutoring before service here at the church. I can't afford any of those fancy tutoring centers right now." Sister Charles shook her head and smacked her lips. "Besides, you all are doing a better job here than anybody who's ever worked with Alvin. I didn't see Brother Jenkins tonight. Isn't he the one who usually tutors Alvin?"

"Yes, but Brother and Sister Jenkins just had a new baby, so Brother Jenkins has taken some overtime at his job. Looks like it's going to be just me for now," I admitted. I curled my lips in and let out a heavy sigh. At the rate the tutoring program at our church was growing, I knew that I would soon be overwhelmed with struggling students.

"Well, I'll see you next time, Alvin. Keep me in your prayers."

"And you do the same." Sister Charles smiled back. "Have a blessed evening."

I walked out of the church and into the blanket of night interrupted only by the two street lamps recently added to our church's parking lot. Those things cost an arm and a leg, I'd heard, but came with the price of progress. True Way was growing each week as people sought out what older saints called "the old way."

I knew that sanctified path well. I understood the dos and don'ts: do raise your index finger if you need to walk in church; don't sit with your legs crossed knee over knee-cross at the ankle. The traditions and idiosyncrasies of the Church of God in Christ, whether founded or flippant, had been instilled in me from childhood. As I walked to my car with my black skirt brushing my ankles, I was ever thankful to have been raised in somebody's church; with faith, and love and a quick pinch from an usher for passing notes during the sermon.

I noticed Brother Paul Pruitt's red BMW parked next to my Honda in the lot. I hurried to unarm my car, hoping to get inside, buckle up, and drive off so that he and I wouldn't have to cross paths. I didn't have anything against Brother Pruitt. He was the "okay" kind. He had a lot going for him-he was active in the church, mentored young boys, had a good job, had a good attitude, held the door open for women, and so on. But he just didn't make my heart go do any flips. Not at all. And although True Way COGIC was filled with single black women, nobody was knocking on his door so far as I knew.

Mother Moore, however, believed that Brother Pruitt was "sweet" on me. She'd pulled me aside a few Sundays ago after church and whispered into my ear with her rickety voice, "I think he's got his eye on you." That was all I needed to know. I figured I'd just steer clear of him until whatever it was that Mother Moore saw brewing in him faded away. I didn't want any ill feelings between us. And I didn't want him wasting any time pursuing me, missing out on his Miss Right.

His headlights blinked on and off. Now I've got to speak. I casually looked back over my shoulder and said good night to Paul as we both opened our car doors. We spoke our last words over the roof of his car.

"How did the tutoring go tonight?" he asked.

"It went very well." I put my foot inside my car.

"That's great! Keep up the good work!" Then he nodded, got into his car, closed the door, and started his engine.

Mental note: Mother Moore is not the authority on sweets.

Coming home that night, I kicked off my low-heeled shoes at the doorstep and dropped my bags on the leopard-print chaise-the finishing touch that made my living room look like something straight out of Africa. Miniature giraffes, elephants, and cheetahs lined the mantel, adding to the overall safari motif in my formal living room. Candles filled the room with strawberries, despite the label's warnings that I shouldn't burn them in my absence.

In the kitchen, I emptied the dishwasher and loaded in my breakfast dishes: a bowl, a cup, and a spoon. It would be a while before the dishwasher filled up again.

There was a peaceful silence about my home-except for the swish of my pantyhose as I walked through, picking up things that were haphazardly misplaced during my morning rush out of the house. Everything was just as it was when I left: toiletries strewn across my bathroom counter, the ironing board standing in the hallway, and the windbreaker that I'd quickly traded for a leather coat upon opening my front door at six a.m. and meeting Jack Frost face to face. It was still early November, but it's hard to tell the season by a calendar in Texas.

I rotated the gold-toned faucets clockwise and felt my tensions ease at the sound of rushing water. I'd looked forward to this bath all day long. The midweek tutoring followed by regular service was wearing me out, especially on the nights when I had to work late because of some sporting event at the local middle school, where I served as vice principal. But it was well worth the sacrifice. The church kids' grades were up, their parents were optimistic, church attendance was higher, and more children heard the gospel. Well, some of them didn't have any other choice because they'd hitched a ride with someone who stayed through service, but that was all right. They were there, and I'd done my part to bring them to the Word.

I inched into the tub, controlling my reaction to the splendid heat that soothed me while stinging me simultaneously. Resting my head on the bathtub pillow, I closed my eyes and began thinking. My birthday was just around the corner. My soul could only look back in wonder at the years that had gone by. So many blessings and so much favor that I couldn't even begin to explain. My mind began drifting down the path that only opens up in complete inner and outer silence. I was in my right mind. My soul was free. But I was alone.

Thirty had come and almost gone without so much as a little poof. Thirty-one wasn't far away, which would make me officially in my thirties. Being in my thirties, I'd reasoned, was different from being thirty. Thirty said that I was still a little wet behind the ears, just getting over the twenties. But in my thirties was different. Somebody in the thirties could be anybody from a newlywed to a grandmother. On the upside of youth or the underside of senior citizenry. Either way, it was time to reevaluate some things; carefully consider how to expend my time and energy. I was too young to be worried about getting married, yet too old to take for granted that my body would cooperate fully with pregnancy. But me pregnant at my biological peak would have been a nightmare. At my biological child- bearing peak, I'd been running myself ragged, doing everything from "people pleasing" to conducting my very own search-and-rescue missions, looking for love in the most desperate dead-end relationships, abusing my body and my faith in the process.

Now, in my thirties and with roots that had grown deeper in the knowledge and wisdom of God, there was a part of me that had begun longing for companionship again. I'd been blessed with many accomplishments educationally and professionally, but I was quickly falling out of ladder-climbing mode. Rather, I wanted to enjoy the rung I was on-to live the thirties without chasing the forties. I wanted to rest in the fact that God was the head of my life, my constant source.

Stepping out of the tub and onto the cream-colored bathroom rug, I caught my reflection in the mirror and took a long look at my body. Is this what in the thirties looks like? Not bad. My light brown skin was still evenly toned and taut in most places. Breasts and behind still holding up strong. Stomach a little pudgy-nothing serious. Time had done a number on my hips, but the curves were a welcome change, adding femininity to the body once referred to as a "beanpole."

Next I examined my face. I was truly blessed with clear, healthy skin. I didn't wear makeup in high school or college, but after taking a professional job I decided to start wearing foundation, mascara, and lipstick. Every once in a while I did something with my eyes, but it never amounted to much behind the lenses of my glasses.

I got closer to the mirror, running my hands along my cheeks. That thirty-something face belonged to a single, African-American Christian woman. My eyebrows were perfectly arched, and all other facial hair had been removed. My thick lips took on a life of their own with their natural outline and plump staging. I studied the outline of my face: high cheekbones, dimples, clearly defined chin, and slightly widened nose. It all played together pretty well, if I may say so myself.

After getting into my nightclothes, I walked down the center hall of my home to the guest bedroom, better known as my prayer closet.

Continues...


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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2007

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    This is a wonderfully, inspiring debut novel. WOW, what a refreshing read! I loved how this author attacked racism in such a tactful way. When I finished this book I had to take a deep look at myself, and the many prejudices that I have in my life on various levels. I found it difficult to read this novel, because I found so much of myself throughout these pages and no one enjoys having all their flaws smack them in the face like that.~~~~~~~This book is great and I loved the main characters. LaShondra was not perfect, but she was very real. She faced her own prejudices and problems and instead of letting them get her down, she prayed about them, and slowly moved forward and overcame them one by one. She finally realized her Boaz was standing right in front of her, and I am glad she realized that before she let that wonderful man go. Stelson truly was an amazing man of God, one that every man can take a lesson from because his actions in all aspects of his relationship with LaShondra were based on true Christian love and respect. He truly knew how to treat a woman. His eyes did not see her as a black woman, but as a beautiful creation of the Lord sent to be a part of his life. This book touched my heart! I realize that history tells many painful stories of the past and we can determine how it continues, whether we remain ignorant, and just complain about the way things are or do we progressively move forward in an effort to change things and make them better. This book was a true lesson in the old adge that love knows no color! Way to Go, Mrs. Stimpson.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2012

    Love love love this book!

    FIrst, I want to say I am the kind of person who almost never reads the same book twice. I have read this novel three time since my inital discovery of it. I also haave gotten several people hooked. Its a very honest piece of literature that examines why we are the way we are. Its wonderful but its real. It makes you take a hard look at your self though. Its funny, witty, though painful in part ( your heart really goes out to LaShondra). The writing is wonderful. I never want to put it down. I love the characters and wish more men can be as real as this particular "Boaz" Brown.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2013

    MUST READ

    I loved this book its really goood it made me want to keep reading!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2007

    What a BOOK

    This was a inspiring book.I loved it from the beginning, I loved that she gave him a chance, and that they got over there hang-ups. It was a wonderful read, and I recommend it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2006

    The Best Book I've Ever Read!!!!!!

    This book was by far the best novel of any type I've ever read. Anyone who is looking for a great read that will consume you from beginning to end, then this is the book for you. I look forward to Stimpson's next book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2004

    INSPIRING

    WHAT A WONDERFUL LOVE STORY. IN A WORLD WHERE THERE IS SO MUCH HATE, IT'S NICE TO SEE THAT TRUE LOVE CAN CONQUER & REIGN. LOVE IS LOVE, NO MATTER WHAT COLOR THE PEOPLE ARE. I CAN'T WAIT TO READ ANOTHER NOVEL BY THIS AUTHOR.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2004

    EXCELLENT!!!!!!

    This book deserves 10 stars. Michelle did an excellent job of covering two very personal and touchy subjects: Race and Religion! What a wonderful, loving, sincere story. I opened the cover page and read straight through in two days! Great book, a must read. I am definately recommending this to my book club, Pages Readers Group. WOW!!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2004

    Boaz Brown

    lashondra was me all over and i loved this book. it made me think and it is somewhat rare these days for you to put a book down and the message in that book still makes you think about how you treat people at work and at church. it should be a must-read for all american christians.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2004

    WHAT A BOOK!!!!!

    Boaz Brown was the kind of book that is hard to put down once you start reading it. It took me an entire day to read it. I love this book and how Ms. Stimpson created characters you can relate to. I recommend this book to all those who believe in love no matter what color that person you are in love with is. If you haven't purchased this book, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR????

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2004

    Boaz Brown

    I don't read a whole lot of Christian fiction because I find a lot of it too preachy and predictable. But Boaz Brown might have just done the trick for me! I only got it because I saw the advertisement in Essence and thought the cover looked interesting and someone had given me a gift card to Barnes and Noble, so I got it and I was thoroughly delighted! The whole issue of race was dealt with in a light that I had not considered before. It made me think about how much hate and prejudice still exists in the black community and it offered a realistic depiction of how one woman got past that and opened herself up to a world of possibilities. Aside from that, I thought a lot about how she conducted herself professionally as a vice principal. She went through a lot professionally as she went through this change. And her family - oh my goodness! Those people were just as goofy as any family I know! I was impressed - and that's pretty hard to do. You go, Michelle! I can't wait to read your next book!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 2, 2014

    a must read

    This book is great for a reader who wants to become closer to God.
    I will read other books by this author. I have already purchased two more.

    this will make a good discussion on starting relationships, and finding great scripture quotes to discuss.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2013

    Awesome continued

    And I'm proud"attitude. But he never argued with me, he just said "I'll pray about it". I finaly listened to God and accepted my Boaz. It has been 20 years and still strong in my relationship with Christ and more in love today with Boaz than when we first shared our love for each other. And we know with God's love and we stand firm together, we can battle the stares or whispers of others.

    I look forward to reading other books by this author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 14, 2013

    It was very good and sweet. i wish there were more books like th

    It was very good and sweet. i wish there were more books like this one out there! I hope my future husband can across this book in the meantime! 

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  • Posted October 10, 2013

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    The story was very good.  However I have one problem with the bo

    The story was very good.  However I have one problem with the book was the male characters name.  In the book it is spelle
    d Stelson then later it is spelled Stetson what is the correct spelling?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2013

    A simply good read!

    I was in a relationship with who I thought was my Boaz. I thought was some type of cruel joke that I would meet a man who was everything that I had prayed for but was of the wrong race. I learned a valuable lesson that race should not matter if a person loves God and you. This book along with prayer, the blessings from my mom and surprisingly mybroters helped me get through all of the negative comments from friends, family, and even strangers.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2013

    Good Book

    I only selected this book because it was the book of the month in my book club. But I really love it. Has me waiting for my Boaz.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2005

    Deep Discovery

    This book changed my life. It helped me see prejudices within myself that I didn't even consider to be prejudices. It was very well written, very realistic and the story flowed nicely. The only thing I did not like was the constant flashbacks to the main characters childhood. I thought it was overkill.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2004

    Try the spirit by the Spirit

    If you were born in the COGIC you will understand all of Shondra's little messages. But just being a black woman courted by a saved man is all you need. Having a truly saved man of God is all a young woman should want, but when he turns out to be white or of a different race makes it harder, moreso when you have or your parents have faced adversity. Shondra lets you know that you have to go beyond the color and let God work a work in your life, not just for a relationship with a man but to gain Gods grace, mercy and love. I loved the book and couldn't put it down. Being saved, santified, and holy ghost filled I know you must love one another, no matter what their race is, those that are struggling within yourselves in a interracial relationship go for it!!! Know that it is God. I'm waiting for my 'Boaz'. Bless you Michele

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2004

    What a man

    LaShondra meets Stetson Brown. He has all the attrubutes that she desires in her ideal man. The only issue is he's white. She was raised to stick with your own kind. Once LaShondra gets to know and care about Stetson, she deals with her color issues and Christian beliefs.In the end, color doesn't matter. Stetson is the man for her.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 4, 2004

    Boaz Brown

    If you think you know the love of God but can't stand to see a black man with a white woman, you need to read this novel. If you don't mind your kids playing with black kids but really don't want a black son-or-daughter-in-law, read it. If you go to a church where pretty much everyone is the same color, read it. If you're in an interracial relationship (or wish other people WEREN'T) read it. If you think that white people are conspiring to keep others down, read it. If you think that only white people are prejudice, read it. If you want to do your part to shut out discrimination, read it. If you're sick of hearing about black/white issues, read it. JUST READ IT!

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