{"id":365,"date":"2015-08-26T02:07:50","date_gmt":"2015-08-26T02:07:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/?p=365"},"modified":"2015-08-26T02:07:50","modified_gmt":"2015-08-26T02:07:50","slug":"read-cheryl-freiers-captivating-novel-on-the-holocaust-the-grayling-hidden-truth-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/read-cheryl-freiers-captivating-novel-on-the-holocaust-the-grayling-hidden-truth-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Read Cheryl Freier&#8217;s Captivating Novel on the Holocaust, The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Fine tune your reading to include Cheryl Freier\u2019s novels on the holocaust.<br \/>\n\tCheryl Freier\u2019s novels on the Holocaust are rich with feelings, and momentum, and reactions to the Nazi occupation of Slovakia.  From page 123, it reads, \u201cAnna swept her feet across the hardened ground, crying, as she said in a garbled, anxious voice, and she held out her hands, \u2018come and have some hot coffee to the three men.\u2019 All three nodded their heads in an upward motion, and they sat down with somber expressions on their faces at the wooden kitchen table\u201d.  Passage is taken from the novel, The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems.  See the website:  www.thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Fine tune your reading to include Cheryl Freier\u2019s novels on the holocaust. Cheryl Freier\u2019s novels on the Holocaust are rich with feelings, and momentum, and reactions to the Nazi occupation of Slovakia. From page 123, it reads, \u201cAnna swept her feet across the hardened ground, crying, as she said in a garbled, anxious voice, and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true},"categories":[1],"tags":[211,442,406,75,61,222,441],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8LuB6-5T","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/365"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=365"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/365\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":366,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/365\/revisions\/366"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=365"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=365"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}