Spotlight & Giveaway: Miracles and Menorahs by Stacey Agdern

Posted October 9th, 2020 by in Blog, Spotlight / 18 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Stacey Agdern to HJ!

Hi Stacey and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Miracles and Menorahs!


To start off, can you please tell us a little bit about this book?:

It’s a story about Hanukkah, about traditions and about finding lights in the darkness. It’s about family, found family and family by blood and what we share with them. And it’s about love 🙂

Please share your favorite lines or quote(s) from this book:

I won’t say who says it but it was one of my favorites 🙂

“to Hollowville, Hanukkah isn’t a time to hide. And like the holiday it celebrates, the Hanukkah festival is a time to share, in a way that lets Hollowville serve as a beacon in the darkness. To give light to those who need it. And it was someone important who taught me all of these lessons.”


What inspired this book?

  • Hallmark movies *g*, but more particularly the idea of larger than life holiday festivals.
  • the purim carnival at my synagogue,
  • the small town I grew up in and now live in,
  • the community my brother lives in Brooklyn
  • how intertwined New York City actually is with the surrounding suburbs,
  • the large menorahs I’ve seen in articles about public Hanukkah celebrations and the simple idea that light can illuminate the darkness.


How did you ‘get to know’ your main characters? Did they ever surprise you?

Sarah very much reflects my love for Hanukkah ‘stuff’ and more visible recognition for Hanukkah in general, while Isaac reflects my love of quiet moments with my family as we celebrate Hanukkah. Those two things seem as if they’re incompatible on the surface, but the reality is that each fuels the other and can easily coexist.

What surprised me ? The little things, like bookstore owner and retired teacher Carol’s love for comics, and how easily Isaac’s friends made sure she gets a special gift because she gives so much. How Isaac and Sarah slowly found common ground over the smallest things-like Halloween candy. Those little things that fill the spaces between major plot points 🙂


What was your favorite scene to write?

Because Sarah reflects my love for Hanukkah ‘stuff’ she owns something that I’ve wanted for a long time, a large hat in the shape of a menorah *spoiler alert: I bought one :D* Anyway, on the day Sarah is supposed to show Isaac what the festival space looks like, she wears her hat. And his reaction is amazing and priceless.

‘There were no words he could think of to describe the laughter that came up from the depths of his toes at the sight of her hat. That was what he saw first, after all, the fluffy cotton blue menorah, sitting tall at the top of her head, highlighting the curls that fell to her shoulders. She was a sight to behold against the bright lights of the early morning, her green eyes inviting him closer, the cotton flames making him smile.’


What was the most difficult scene to write?

The final crisis point was extra hard. Especially when it was forced by the hand of someone like the story’s antagonist. The idea of giving someone like that a victory, even for a little while, was really hard for me to do.

Webster nodded, folded his arms. “So there’s a very interesting story going around town, and it says that you’re making one of those candle things for the festival, right?”
Isaac nodded. “I made a menorah, yeah. It’s ready to go. Just waiting for instructions on where to put it.”
“That’s so disorganized of the committee. Those people should know better about how to treat the person who’s giving them a centerpiece they didn’t have the means for.”
“Not a question of means,” he said. “Question of doing the right thing. People need to see symbols like a menorah, centered in a way that says they and the holidays they celebrate mean something.”
“Holiday exclusivity, but let’s not have this sort of same-word, different-thing conversation, shall we? I wanted to let you know that it’s probably a bad idea to have worked so hard on the sculpture, only to find out that it’s not needed.”


Would you say this book showcases your writing style or is it a departure for you?

I wrote this book as a fuzzy blanket for me, something to soothe my writers brain. So while it might contain a lot of similar themes to what I’ve written about in the past, it’s much softer in so many ways. I hope it soothes readers the way it soothed me 🙂 So I guess it’s both a departure and showcases my writing at the very same time ?


What do you want people to take away from reading this book?

I adore the holiday season. So many gorgeous reasons for lights and happiness. And if people take away one thing from this book, it’s that Hanukkah is one of the many holidays celebrated during this time. Families have traditions, and some of them celebrate like the characters in this story.

What are you currently working on? What other releases do you have planned?

-History of Us, which is the sequel to Miracle and Menorahs, which comes out on June 24 🙂
-The last big other project I was working on with History of Us, was ‘Three Stars in the Sky’ a story that appears in the ‘Love All Year’ anthology which came out on September 22 🙂


Thanks for blogging at HJ!


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Excerpt from Miracles and Menorahs:

One of the worst days in Sarah Goldman’s life to this point started out well.
It was her responsibility as vice chair for the Hollowville Hanukkah festival to attend some of the closed-door meetings of the village Board of Trustees. Usually it was a mere formality—sharing updates, getting good bits of information. And that’s how it began. She was able to tell the board how some village business owners had signed up to advertise in the Hanukkah festival journal, and get a few more commitments.
Except the trustee who had joined the board in a snap election held in the strangest fashion raised his flannel-clad arm, fingers as pale as ice waving back and forth.
“The Chair recognizes Trustee Gregory Webster.”
“Thank you, Mister Chair, and Miss Goldman. You know,” the trustee had said, “this Hanukkah stuff is wonderful, but I’m feeling like we need a change. If we want to include the whole village, even the whole community, we need to turn this into a ‘holiday’ festival next year. And invite Santa Claus.”
And despite all of the enthusiasm the board of trustees had expressed only seconds before, Hanukkah suddenly became an afterthought, lost in the excitement of plans and thoughts for next year.
It had taken every bit of restraint Sarah had not to scream about how taking away a celebration wasn’t inclusive, not to mention that turning Hollowville’s festival into a carbon cookie-cutter copy of every single ‘holiday’ celebration that existed wasn’t going to make people want to come to Hollowville.
Because Sarah knew how that went. In that context, the word ‘holiday’ wasn’t generic. It didn’t refer to Diwali or Eid, and it didn’t refer to any of the other religious holidays celebrated during December. It especially didn’t refer to Hanukkah. In that context, with the added Santa Claus, ‘holiday’ meant Christmas.
But nobody would listen to her.
So she sat, held her breath, and waited until the meeting with the board of trustees was over before trying to talk to the mayor. Mayor Erlichman had known her since she was little. He had been her father’s friend on the school board.
“So what’s going on?” he’d asked, white skin showing hints of red as he furrowed his brow.
She’d decided to be blunt. “What can we do, on the festival committee, to make sure that the festival remains Hanukkah-centric?”
The mayor sighed, and the expression on his face wasn’t pretty.
“It’s all about the numbers,” he said, rubbing his beard with his palm. “You need to make this huge. We need to be on the map for these people to believe that Hanukkah is and should be our focus.”
She nodded. “In other words, our campaign needs to be ‘Hollowville is Hanukkah.’”
The smile that brightened the mayor’s face was answer enough. “That would help. As well as the profit coming in to justify the expense.”
And with what amounted to her marching orders in hand, she’d left the meeting and headed to the park between the library and the bookstore. She sat on a bench in the middle of the park, and tried to figure out what to do. How to turn their small town Hanukkah festival into something bigger. Better. More.
It would, she decided, take a miracle.

But she didn’t find it at the festival committee meeting that night. Upon passing the information she’d learned on to the rest of the committee, one of the committee members, Judith Goldberger, wondered, “Why not make it a ‘holiday’ festival?”
That word again.
She tried to breathe and bank the fire that wanted to erupt from her ears.
The festival had been born from a small temple bazaar ten years before. It eclipsed the small temple’s space after three years, continuing to grow like a miracle out of the famous Hanukkah story for seven years until it filled the whole central area of the town.
And yet.
Through all of that time, it stayed true to its origins, even as more of the town residents participated.
Those who celebrated Hanukkah shared their customs with the ones who didn’t. Children sang Hanukkah songs, merchants sold silly Hanukkah sweaters, people raced in dreidel costumes across the open ice, and they shared joy along with crispy latkes and sweet soofganiyot.
Hollowville needed a Hanukkah festival. Because it wasn’t just a festival. It was a sign of acceptance, of support in difficult times.
And she was going to do her best to make sure it had one. “I—”
Chana Levitan, the committee chair, put up her hand, exasperation clear in her eyes, her normally olive skin pale with anger. As the committee came to silence, Sarah held her breath.
“This isn’t a holiday festival,” Chana proclaimed in her best chair-of-the-committee voice.
“But,” Judith continued, “we owe it to the community to—”
“We owe our gratitude to the community for letting us use more of the town proper to stage the festival, for sure. But we are not putting on a holiday festival,” Chana continued. “We’re putting on a Hanukkah festival.”
“But we’re not making enough money as a Hanukkah festival,” said Jack Lewis, a city finance guy and also a new member of the committee, his nose pink with either alcohol or frustration. She couldn’t tell which. “We need to cut our losses and let other people do this.”
“What kind of advertising have we been doing?” Sarah wondered. “Where’s our social media? Where is our outreach? Newspapers? Where’s our webpage? Why haven’t we been doing anything to tell people about us?”
There was silence.
“Good point, Sarah,” Chana said, smiling as she opened a file on her tablet and started to page through it. “Looking at last year’s attendance records, we discovered that we’d started to get traffic from outside Hollowville. Tiny little local newspapers, a few patches and things. And the Empire Daily?”
Yep. She made a note to ask her best friend Anna, who was an assistant curator at a museum in Manhattan, for a list of the journalists and critics she trusted. If they weren’t capable of covering the festival, they’d know someone who would be.
“But that was it,” Chana said, finishing her answer. “Yet the bottom line is that Hanukkah is our identity,” Chana’s eyes rested on the members of the committee. “It’s our past, it’s our future, and it’s definitely our present.”
“So,” Sarah said. “That’s where we start. We have an identity. We use that to create a cohesive and clear social media and advertising campaign. We also need to create a press kit, send releases out.”
“We also don’t have a logo,” Shelly Averman, a long-time committee member, pointed out. “I used to be in advertising and I can absolutely help with the releases and things. Shake a few of my old contacts. Not so good at the social media. But what I do remember,” the older woman continued, tapping a white finger against the table in front of her, “is that we need a logo and a slogan.”
“Slogan is obvious,” Jack Lewis said with a smile.
Sarah nodded. She’d even said it to the mayor. But they needed to say it out loud. “Hollowville is Hanukkah.”
And suddenly there were cheers in the room.
“Still no logo,” Judith Goldberger pointed out, pink lips pursed in distaste on her pale face.
“I should think that’s obvious too,” Sarah added. “A menorah, of course. And we need a large one to light in the middle of town.”
“So we’re finding someone to design a logo,” Shelly Averman said, “and we also need a sculptor for the menorah.”
“But,” Chana said excitedly, “we have a direction and a slogan, someone to create press releases, and we’re going to do our best to pull off a miracle.”

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Book Info:

Sarah Goldman loves Hanukkah, and she’s thrilled to be appointed as vice chair of the Hollowville Hanukkah Festival. So when the festival is threatened with cancellation, she comes up with an idea: a new slogan and advertising campaign topped off with a metal menorah large enough to fill the center of town. But even though her heart and dreams are large, the committee’s budget constraints threaten to stop her grand plans right in their tracks.

Famous metal sculptor Isaac Lieberman also loves Hanukkah. But his vision of a perfect Hanukkah isn’t a commercial community event—it’s spending time with family, following age-old traditions. He’s not interested in the festival, no matter how many times his grandmother, his bubbe, asks him to contribute one of his sculptures.

Then Sarah comes tumbling into his life…can she change his mind about more than just the holidays?

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Meet the Author:

Stacey Agdern is an award-winning former bookseller who has reviewed romance novels in multiple formats and given talks about various aspects of the romance genre. She incorporates Jewish characters and traditions into her stories so that people who grew up like she did can see themselves take center stage on the page. She’s also a member of both LIRW and RWA NYC. She lives in New York, not far from her favorite hockey team’s practice facility.
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18 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Miracles and Menorahs by Stacey Agdern”

  1. EC

    Noche buena, or midnight snack. And putting up holiday decorations next month.

  2. janine

    We really don’t have any family traditions, but my husband and I always enjoy driving around at night and looking at the lights and displays on people’s houses,

  3. Lori R

    We always have a Christmas eve buffet and then watch a movie together. The kids get to open 1 present too.

  4. Kathleen O

    Our Family traditions changed in the last 9 yrs since both my parents have passed away. We each do our own thing now for Christmas. For the last number of years I have shared Christmas by myself. And that’s okay. I put up my decorations and watch Hallmark movies as well as my fav Christmas classic movies.

  5. laurieg72

    Favorite holiday family traditions: We cut the Christmas tree from the local Christmas tree farm the weekend after Thanksgiving. We decorate the tree together with Christmas songs and drinks. I put up Christmas stockings and fill them with treats. We bake my M-I-L’s spritz cookies. Yum! We take a walk on Christmas Eve night to see all of the neighborhood decorations. We open presents first thing Christmas morning. We have a nice Christmas dinner of roast chicken, mashed potatoes/gravy, 7 layer salad, corn souffle, meat and bread stuffing and apple pie.

  6. Glenda M

    Baking and spending time with my adult children – we’ve been doing it since they were young. We always have the big extended family celebration on Christmas Eve and a more relaxes day on Christmas.

  7. Lilah Chavez

    Goofy games! Find the pickle! Lol and were all adults and really competitive, so the tree is usually on its side by the time were done lol

  8. eawells

    Gathering for a family dinner that always consists of matzoh ball soup, latkes, kugel, and brisket. After dinner we exchange gifts and take a family picture. We also light candles in the menorah. When my four kids were young I had to make sure we had 4 menorahs so each one could light their own. It eliminated fights over who’s turn it was. The kids still talk about how lucky they were to do that.