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MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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WISHING YOU A NOVEL-OUS HOLIDAY SEASON!

“Books make great gifts because they have whole worlds inside of them. And it’s much cheaper to buy somebody a book than it is to buy them the whole world!” ― Neil Gaiman

I am giving away audiobooks as presents this year. To claim your gift, you must email  sanela@sanelajurich.com, and I will send you a free code to your own copy of Remember Me. In order to listen, you do not need to have an account with Audible. All you need is your Amazon sign-in information. Claim your code and listen for free!

 

Merry Christmas!

 

 

REMEMBER ME is out in audio! (Plus a Giveaway!)

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REMEMBER ME is out in audio! (Plus a Giveaway!) Plus a First Audiobook Review!

 

 

IN CELEBRATION, I’m giving away a FREE audiobook to anyone promising to leave a review after they listen. Simply email sanela@sanelajurich.com and let me know you’ll do it. I will send you a code (US and UK only) to one FREE copy of Remember Me to listen and review.  

“Remember Me: Captivating Engaging So Relevant in Today’s World”

5 out of 5 stars

Reviewed in the United States on November 26, 2022 

Sanela Ramic Jurich’s novel, Remember Me, pulls the reader into the world of Selma, a young teenager, who dreams of a future with Johnny and has her world turned upside down by the horrors of the Bosnian War. This is a very personal story of how the “ethnic cleansing” of the Serbian Army tore apart the world of a young teenager. At the same time, Selma’s story leaves the reader at the end with hope for a world of peace and healing. 

Sanela Ramic Jurich has a gift for sharing the very real feelings of her characters with the reader. I felt I really knew what Selma and the other characters created by Sanela were feeling. My emotions rose and fell with the feelings of her characters. Her story helped me to understand what the people of Ukraine are going through now. My hope for the citizens of Ukraine is that their journey will evolve as Selma’s does. 

Sanela Ramic Jurich’s novel, Remember Me, should give the reader a reason for not letting the horrors of the Bosnian War to continue ever again in the world.

The narrator, Lindsay Carrillo, does an excellent job of guiding the listener through Selma’s story. Her calm, yet reflective style leaves room for the listener to travel along with Selma through her very emotional journey. 

 

Sample

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Email sanela@sanelajurich.com to receive a code to one FREE copy of Remember Me to listen and review.

“Unforgettable!” –Readers’ Favorite; Reviewed by Alice DiNizo for Readers’ Favorite

 
“Amazing Book – A Must Read” -Vine Voice; Reviewed by Elaine Littau for Vine Voice

 

“Credible, Compassionate, and Courageous” -PDX Author; Reviewed by Gregory S. Lamb for PDX Author

 

“Ms. Jurich is a master story teller with a historically important background that must be read in its entirety to be appreciated – Don’t worry, once she’s introduced, you’ll hang on every word.” – iSTAR

 

Worth the wait!

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The wait is over

 

AVAILABLE IN AUDIO!

 

To receive a FREE audiobook, send an email with a promise you’ll leave a REVIEW on Amazon. You will then get a code for one FREE (Remember Me) audiobook.

sanela@sanelajurich.com
 
 
 
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Publisher’s Summary

At the innocent age of 15, Selma is just beginning to experience the power of her first love. 

Unfortunately, living in Bosnia in 1992, Selma and her parents soon find themselves targets of the Bosnian War, and her father is arrested by the Serb Army and held for questioning. In an attempt to protect her daughter, Selma’s mother sends Selma to stay with her aunt, but that seems to be a mistake. 

Days after arriving, the city is attacked, her family members are murdered before her eyes, and Selma is thrown into a concentration camp where she lives out her worst nightmare. After losing nearly all those she loves, being abused by those whom she once trusted, and witnessing prejudice at its ugliest, Selma isn’t sure she even wants to stay alive. Will Selma ever escape from room ten alive? And if she does, will her broken spirit ever recover? Will she have any family to return to? Will she ever find love again? 

Follow Selma’s journey through love, despair, hope, and peace in author Sanela Jurich’s Remember Me. Experience the brutality of the Bosnian Genocide, but see how God’s hand restores Selma’s life tenfold. Understand the courage it takes to face your attackers and relive the pain in the name of justice. Discover whether love can blossom from beneath the rubble of war.

©2011, 2015 Sanela Ramic Jurich (P)2022 Sanela Ramic Jurich
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Sample

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I truly believe that I survived for one reason and one reason only: to tell our story, to give a voice to those who don’t have it anymore. I was there as a witness. As a survivor, I have an obligation. I have to talk about what happened in Prijedor, Bosnia, back in 1992, no matter the cost. 

 

 

“Ms. Jurich is a master story teller with a historically important background that must be read in its entirety to be appreciated – Don’t worry, once she’s introduced, you’ll hang on every word.” – iSTAR

 

Audiobook Announcement!

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In just a few short days, Remember Me will be available to enjoy as an audiobook!

The talented Lindsay Carrillo is narrating. So excited for you to hear this tender love story — set in a background of unrest and destruction — brought to life. 

 

Listen to the five minute sample here:

 

“When you read a book, the story definitely takes place in your head. When you listen, it seems to happen in a little cloud all around it, like a fuzzy knit cap pulled down over your eyes.” ― Robin Sloan

 

 

 

 

I truly believe that I survived for one reason and one reason only: to tell our story, to give a voice to those who don’t have it anymore. I was there as a witness. As a survivor, I have an obligation. I have to talk about what happened in Prijedor, Bosnia, back in 1992, no matter the cost. 

 

Happy Halloween!

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Just thought I’d send a little extra love your way today—Halloween hugs from me!

Fun fact: 

 

Jack Nicholson’s divorce inspired a scene in “The Shining”? 

According to today.com, there’s a scene in “The Shining” that writers — including Nicholson — know all too well: Wendy approaches Jack at his typewriter and he scolds her for trying to get in the way of his writing process. Nicholson later revealed that his character’s reaction, although exaggerated, stems from his own personal experience.

“That scene at the typewriter — that’s what I was like when I got my divorce. I was under the pressure of being a family man with a daughter and one day I accepted a job to act in a movie in the daytime and I was writing a movie at night and I’m back in my little corner and my beloved wife, Sandra, walked in on what was, unbeknownst to her, this maniac — and I told Stanley [Kubrick] about it and we wrote it into the scene,” the actor told The New York Times.

Hope you don’t have a scare in the world this Halloween!

On Halloween you get to become anything that you want to be.

“If Human Beings Had Genuine Courage, They’d Wear Their Costumes Every Day Of The Year, Not Just On Halloween.”– Douglas Coupland

 

What is Halloween to you? For some, October is the time for moody reads that take place in dark mansions or fog-shrouded country lanes. For others, Halloween means slasher horror films, vampire reads and creepy Stephen King novels. Some, however, prefer stories of real monsters that live among us disguised as humans. 

Remember Me and Haunting from the Past are available as eBook downloads. 

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“Ms. Jurich is a master story teller with a historically important background that must be read in its entirety to be appreciated – Don’t worry, once she’s introduced, you’ll hang on every word.” – iSTAR

 

 

What are you reading/anticipating?

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“Another fall, another turned page…”

Remember Me in audio by the end of October, 2022

It’s a sunny, but crisp October Thursday in Chicagoland. Word is I’m making stew and thinking about books. I feel like some Anne Rice today. Was debating between Anne Rice and Nora Roberts since it’s October and the outside looks so colorful and beautiful. Romantic, but kinda spooky at the same time.

Contemplating weather to go to Louisiana with Anne Rice or visit Ireland with Nora Roberts. Or maybe I should hang out with Dean Koontz and his golden retrievers? Or perhaps I should give someone new a read all together? What are you reading or anticipating to read these days? 

Maybe you’re waiting for Remember Me to come out in audio. I know I am. I feel so giddy all the time. Ever since I found out it’s going to be available (in audio) by the end of this month, I can hardly contain my excitement. It’s such an amazing experience–hearing it. Selma finally has a voice of her own. 

Here’s a short snippet. Give it a listen. 

 

Thank you for hanging out with me.

Love always, 

Sanela

My biggest goal is finally fulfilled and I can now breathe the air of freedom with a clear conscience—I didn’t forget!

 

 

I truly believe that I survived for one reason and one reason only: to tell our story, to give a voice to those who don’t have it anymore. I was there as a witness. As a survivor, I have an obligation. I have to talk about what happened in Prijedor, Bosnia, back in 1992, no matter the cost. 

 

 

 

Stay Tuned

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I am so grateful for all the love and support I’ve had from people around the world.

A Thursday afternoon blog post is rare, but I felt inspired while reading one of the reviews about Remember Me posted on Amazon. It brought tears to my eyes as I read and re-read it and so, I just wanted to take a minute to thank you all, from the bottom of my heart, for taking the time to leave a five-star review or a rating. It’s much appreciated.

Here is one of my favorites:

“For starters, if you have never teared or cried while reading, I suggest you have a tissue box ready. I’m not sure what brought tears to my eyes more: The immaculate beauty of Love demonstrated throughout the novel, or the mortifying truths of the genocide that were presented. Everything about this book is worth reading. Every page, every word, every letter has its own individual story behind it. Safe to say, this book is one of the most emotional I’ve journeyed through. There is a wave of emotions that is presented while reading the book. An overwhelming feeling of happiness and joy is felt while reading the parts of the true and genuine love and affection felt towards one of the characters “Johnny.”

At the beginning, I was interested to see what Sanela had to offer of the hidden aspect of the war in Yugoslavia. I was curious as to see and learn about the war through the aspect of a survivor- someone who had endured all the horrors and by fate would survive only to make sure the story was to be told. By the end, I was heartbroken and all I wanted to do was hug her for having the strength to relive her memories over and over- a memory that has taken the life of many survivors because of it’s undeniably severe impact.”

My book, Remember Me, is going to be available in audio soon and I am thrilled for you all to hear it. It is a completely different experience than reading it. I get so emotional just thinking about it.

When I received an eleven-minute snippet of someone reading from my book, I just sat there. Frozen. Unable to move as all kinds of emotions hit through me one by one. I cried like a child. Needles to say, it is now in production.

Here’s a little audio snipped to hold you over until you can hear the whole story. Enjoy!

Love always,

Sanela

 

 

A short taste of Remember Me

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“I know the feeling of confusion and betrayal. I know the feeling of fearing for my life.” 

~Jason Reynolds

There’s something to be said about finding someone who just gets you. There’s really nothing like it. Finding that person is the same feeling as coming home. You just feel comfortable. You feel like you can relax and be who you really are. They’re exactly what you’ve been missing.

As I contemplate about which story to write about today, I am feeling lonely. I am feeling betrayed by someone I love. I am feeling confused and scared. I am feeling … blah, and so, what I need today is some Johnny-therapy. Every time I get betrayed by someone I love, I go back to the memory of him to remind myself that it is possible to be loved by someone so completely that you don’t have to censor what you say around them because they get you and they love you anyway. You can be as goofy as you want around them and they will love you anyway. You can cry and fall apart in-front of them and they will still love you anyway … finding a person like that is rare. 

For me, a little Johnny therapy is what’s desperately needed this weekend. It’s what’s necessary to get me through to the next chapter of my life. So, instead of coming up with a new inspirational story to tell you today, I am bringing Johnny back to life instead. 

Here’s a short excerpt from my favorite book. 

Enjoy!

Copyright © 2022 by Sanela Ramic Jurich. All rights reserved.

Pg 205-207 in Remember Me 

The door to his office was open, and as I walked in, I saw this tall, handsome, blond man holding the phone to his ear and talking loudly. There was a faint accent in his voice. He had his back turned to me, but his voice was enough to tell me it was him. It was my Johnny. I couldn’t stop the tears from embarrassing me; they flew out of my eyes like rivers before he even turned to face me. I felt like I was about to have a heart attack. My mind was telling me it was impossible and that I was finally losing it, but my heart – my heart was humming, slowly wrapping around his voice, soaking it in, treasuring it. He turned… slowly dropping the phone to the floor. Shock was all over his face as he just stood there, obviously stunned. The sight of him made me catch my breath. Though his blond hair was now expertly trimmed, and his body had filled out; he still had the most mesmerizing blue eyes I’d ever seen, looking even more like a god than before. I noticed the one dimple he had when he smiled. His one flaw – a dimple on only one side, his left. To me it wasn’t a flaw at all; it just made him look even more adorable.

     “Selma,” he whispered, as if he was afraid if he spoke louder or moved I’d suddenly disappear. I couldn’t say anything from fear of sobbing loudly, so we just stood there looking at each other, neither one making the first move for a few moments. Then, finally, he walked gradually toward me. The nightmare I’d had for years popped into my head, and I thought to myself that if this was another tribulation and he suddenly disappeared, I’d die. My heart would break, and I wouldn’t recover from this one.

     “Selma,” he repeated softly, finally reaching me.

     “Hi…” was all I could whimper out as my whole body trembled, mostly from the closeness of him and a little from the shock it just went through. The hug he gave me was soft at first, but it became stronger and stronger with each passing second. His arms were wrapped around me tightly; I thought he’d break my rib cage, but I didn’t mind if he did. I wanted him close, closer. I was afraid if I let go, I’d never be able to hold him like that again. I had millions of questions on my mind and knew nothing about this grown-up Johnny. For all I knew he was happily married. Oh, how I hoped he wasn’t.

     Selfish–I was so selfish to hope that….

Hope this short excerpt brightens up your day a little. It’s certainly putting a smile to my face.

Thanks for hanging out with me.

Love always,

Sanela

 

AGED TO PERFECTION

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“We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.” ~Marcel Proust

As my birthday approaches, so does my anxiety. Not for the reasons one might think. I’m not afraid of getting old or dying. I’ve faced death more times than I can count and it no longer scares me. It taunts me at times though. When I wish for it and beg for it to come and end the misery, it laughs in my face. It squeezes so hard sometimes, it feels like my soul is about to leave my body. Then it eases its grip on me as it grins and whispers: no, not just yet, you haven’t suffered enough yet. There are more lessons to be learned, still. 

No, death does not cause my anxiety any more. Death feels like a sweet release. Freedom. My anxiety is caused by life and the evil that exists in it. In my experience, birthdays are reminders of the evil that plagues the human nature. 

Someone once said to me that birthdays are a celebration of sheer privilege of being alive and, although, I truly am grateful for all the years of life I’ve lived after my sixteenth birthday, I still can’t escape this immense ache in my heart that seems to be getting stronger with each passing year; every single year my birthday rolls around. 

 

My sixteenth Birthday — Bosnia 1992

The day I left my home country forever was August 26, 1992. It was my sixteenth birthday.

As I stood on the street, waiting for a bus to take me away to an unknown hell, I was feeling ashamed of my own thoughts. I was brooding over my birthday. I was being a typical sixteen-year-old; a teenager. I wanted a birthday party. I wanted my friends and family to fuss over me. I wanted the sweet in the “sweet-sixteenth.” Why could’t I have all that?! Why was I being robbed of that?! For whom?! Instead of getting a birthday party, I was being forced out of my home. Being forced to watch as evil men killed my family, friends, neighbors. Being forced out of my freedom! Had to stay quiet as they called me names and tried to touch me inappropriately — had to let them do it! Had to keep quiet as they stole every single possession my parents and I owned. Why?! For whom?! For what?! 

Five days before … August 21, 1992, I was in a convoy that was transporting me from my home-town, Prijedor to Travnik. It was supposed to be a safe passage, but half way to our destination, the Serb army stopped the convoy, forcing over 250 men and boys out of it and killing them in a place called Koričanske Stijene on Mount Vlašić. The rest of us were taken to the other side of the mountain and thrown onto the field of mines. (Read  Remember Me).

The walk down the mountain was very long and tiring. My mom tripped and fell so many times … I had to pee so badly, I could barely walk. When it got dark out, we weren’t allowed to turn on any flashlights because if we did, the Serb army could see us. They were already throwing grenades over our heads, trying to guess where exactly we were. I remember some guy lighting a cigarette and three other men jumping up and tackling him to the ground. The cigarette was going to give our whereabouts away.

When we left home, we took nothing with us. We had no money and no belongings. All was taken away. (Read Remember Me).

And so I just stood there — at the bus-stop — hopelessly. Feeling as if someone had dumped a bucket of manure on my head. Feeling guilty for wanting something better for myself on my birthday as if I hadn’t just witnessed a mass murder take place only five days before. 

My mom, noticing the look on my face, leaned closer and whispered: “Sanela, you’re alive. We’re alive. Isn’t that something to celebrate? We’re leaving hell on your birthday. That’s something, isn’t it?” 

I stood quiet as her words made me feel worse, not better as she intended.

I felt hatred, but not toward the men who forced us out of our home, but toward myself. I wasn’t good enough to have a party. To celebrate my sweet sixteenth like all the other kids my age did and at the same time, I felt guilty for even wanting it now while all this misery was going on around me. 

“It could be worse,” she continued. “We must hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.”

“What do you mean it could be worse?!” I snapped, “why do you always have to say that?! How about this, from now on you say, it could be better! Huh?! Maybe then it’ll start getting better, not worse!” 

I turned my back to her, not wanting to talk any more. I felt even worse than before. I realized I had hurt her. She was only trying to make me feel better. She didn’t know anything either. She didn’t want this for me, I knew, but she was an easy target for me to take some frustration out on. She forgave me, I’m sure. She probably doesn’t even remember those words spoken in so much pain, but I do and I still feel guilty for dragging her down to that hell with me as if she didn’t have enough to deal with herself. 

A few minutes later, I heard someone calling my name. Turning around I noticed a boy a couple of years older than I, whom I’d just met a day before, running to catch up as the bus we were waiting on slowly approached. 

He was out of breath when he finally reached me. Almir was his name. I only remembered him because when he had introduced himself the day before, I’d noticed a hole in his forehead. It looked as if someone had scooped up half of his forehead and covered the hole with skin. After he had introduced himself, we had talked for a little bit. He had explained to me that the hole in his head was created by a shrapnel from a grenade that fell on his house killing his mother and two sisters. 

It could be worse. My mom’s words rang in my head as I watched him approach. 

“I have something for you,” he said earnestly, “Happy Birthday.”

He handed me something wrapped up in newspaper. “Don’t open it just yet. Wait until I’m gone.”

My voice was filled with emotion as I asked how he knew it was my birthday.

“Your cousin told me last night,” he smiled, “although it’s not much, it’s something to remind you you’re not alone. Be happy on your day Sanela,” he smiled sadly adding, “birthdays are a celebration of privilege of being alive and that’s what we are. Alive. We get to live another day. To meet some new people. To love. If nothing else, then to see what happens next.”

I’ve lived by those words every day of my life since, always wanting to see what happens next.

And so, as my 46th birthday approaches, I am thrilled to report that I am better than ever. It took me a while to get here, but here I am, basking in awesomeness. Despite everything, I came out beautiful and strong. 

 

Never forget how rare you are.

Cheers to the next 46!

Sanela

 

“I truly believe that I survived for one reason and one reason only: to tell our story, to give a voice to those who don’t have it anymore. I was there as a witness. As a survivor, I have an obligation. I have to talk about what had happened in Prijedor, Bosnia back in 1992, no matter the cost!” ~Sanela Ramic Jurich