This book is an autobiography of an ordinary woman who made unusual choices. The story describes her life from childhood to old age, without a lot of detail. I found the book very interesting and well written, but I wanted more. In a way, this story of self-exploration was almost like taking a sneak peek at her diary. What’s the story?
In 1956, Mary Bogot and a Jewish man were married by a minster. At the time, Mary had no intention of converting to Judaism. Envisioning a peaceful family unit and to appease her in-laws, she agreed to raise her three children Jewish, while she remained active in her church. Inspired by a rabbi and drawn to family dynamics and values, Bogot found that Judaism “ignited an undiscovered and vital part” of herself.
Bogot officially converted to Judaism in 1964 and never looked back. Her commitment to Judaism resonates throughout the book and never falters — even through divorce, remarriage, another child, multiple moves and one child’s conversion to Christianity. Most interesting, her strongest connection with the Jewish people was discovered in the five years she lived in Israel. Her decision to move, the logistics of the move and the living experience in Israel were the most interesting parts of the book. They are where I found my connection to her and a renewed spirit for Judaism.