In Israel, Jews and Arabs live side by side on a patch of land no bigger than Rhode Island, a dot on the map surrounded by vast, hostile territories. It is a land of opposing agendas, of constant warfare, and of a desperate, excruciatingly sincere search for peace. In my novel, Israela, you’ll grow to understand the Arab/Israeli conflict in that region, the rift that exists between these peoples, and the mammoth effort, the fight for good that it is going to have to take place in order for them to live at peace with their differences. The question is: What will happen if these people don’t fight the good fight?
I used to consider myself lucky. I never really knew what my values were – beyond, of course, the need to be a good person; not to hurt or kill anyone; because it is only when our values are stretched beyond that line in the sand that we learn what we are willing to fight for. People in Israel are faced with that line in the sand, on a daily basis