Book Review: The Thorn

The Thorn by Beverly Lewis is the first of her new Rose trilogy. Rose’s sister, Hannah (Hen for short) had run off a few years earlier to marry an Englisher and leave the Amish lifestyle behind, but now that her young daughter is displaying worldly attitudes, Hen’s roots tug at her heart and pull her back to her home and community. Her husband wants no part of Amish life, leaving Hen at a seeming impasse.

Rose has long been the only real friend to the bishop’s foster son, Nick, who seems to resent his Amish upbringing and has never quite fit in. Rose has been the primary caretaker for her invalid mother since her accident, and though she loves caring for her mother, she wonders if she will ever be free to marry. When kind and handsome Silas shows an interest, Rose is thrilled. But Nick seems to be pulling her closer to what he calls “the edge,” the desire to experience what the non-Amish world is like beyond the confines of their community.

Beverly Lewis was the first author I read in the Amish fiction genre, and to me she’s the best. I enjoyed the exploration of some of the different issues that came up in this book, and, as always, immediately identified with her characters. I am looking forward to seeing what is in store for Rose, Hen, and Nick.

The Gospel and Christian Fiction

The Gospel and Christian Fiction

I have commented many times in book reviews on authors’ treatment of the gospel. After one author recently took me to task for my comments in several e-mails, I thought perhaps I should explain myself further.

A novel is a work of fiction. It’s primary purpose is to tell a story. The very best witness a Christian fiction author can have is to tell his or her story well, just as a painter’s best witness is to do his absolute best job painting rather than inscribing John 3:16 somewhere in it. A story that is a thinly-veiled sermon, doctrinal treatise, or tract will likely turn away readers, especially lost readers who most need the message. Some stories will hopefully be a springboard to awaken a thirst or a need in the reader which will then lead him or her to seek out someone to talk further, but a full exposition of the gospel is a rarity just because of the nature of story-telling.

In addition, the style of writing most prevalent in this era is the “show, don’t tell” variety. Subtlety, suggestion, nuance, illustrating what is going on in the characters’ hearts through their actions are all considered a better form of story-telling than spelling everything out for the reader. The Bible even does this in some places; for example, the book of Esther does not mention God’s name at all, but He is clearly evident in the events. Thus the gospel might be only suggested or referred to, or the author might show the character’s change of belief in the change in his or her actions rather than sharing the details of that character’s conversion.

I do understand and agree with those points. What I have sometimes criticized in book reviews is not so much the amount the the gospel that is presented in a book, but rather the clarity of the gospel. Whatever there is of the gospel in a work of fiction needs to be accurate and not misleading. For example, in one work of Amish fiction, a girl who had gone to live among the Amish to  find answers for her own heart is told, when she finally opens up to talk to someone about her need, to keep living as they are living and following their rules, and eventually it will come to her. I can understand encouraging someone who does not yet understand to keep coming to church and hearing the gospel in the hopes that it will eventually become clear, but the advice given in this book seemed more like, “Keep living like a Christian and eventually it will become real to you.” That is unbiblical advice and confusing to one who is searching.

In another book I read recently, a seeking soul is told that “Jesus invites you to join him on the journey.” There is a sense in which that might be said, but as a stand-alone sentence, I feel that is confusing and misleading.

In other books, a Christian’s faith is attributed to having been in church “all her life.” If that’s the only evidence of a person’s faith, it can be misleading because a lost person would obviously conclude that church attendance is what makes a person a Christian rather than a relationship with Christ, and an unbeliever who attends church might think they’re all right spiritually.

Christian fiction has been criticized in some instances for being formulaic and predictable in that the main character has some crisis of faith and “sees the light.” I don’t really have a problem with that in one sense, because each genre has a certain amount of predictability: you expect the guy and girl to declare their love for each other in a romance, or the good guys to win in a western, or the detective to solve the mystery and find the criminal he is searching for. It’s how each of those things happens which makes them interesting and keeps us reading even when we have a good idea of what will happen in the end. But I do understand how some readers would be turned off by a blatant formula. However, now it seems some authors have swung the pendulum so far the other way that often the gospel is so buried in subtext that it is almost completely hidden. “But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost,” Paul says in II Corinthians 4:3. Even if the context of the story precludes a full explanation of the gospel, what is included needs to be correct, accurate, and clear rather than so shrouded it is unclear at best, or at worst, misleading.

I was accused of being insular by the author I first mentioned, of wanting Christian fiction to be such that it would only appeal to Christians. That is totally untrue. Christians are those who would pick up on the nuances of the gospel even when it is not spelled out. It is the lost who wouldn’t understand.

I was also told that to include a gospel presentation would mean writing on a fifth grade level. Again, I disagree. I have seen some wonderful salvation stories in fiction told in an effective way within the context of the story that was beautiful and fit very well in the flow of the story. Not every piece of Christian fiction will have a salvation story: some will deal with those who are already believers, with their problems and issues and growth. But for those involving a conversion experience, it can be done and done well.

I think perhaps I am sensitive to this issue because for many years I sent my mother copies of Christian fiction books I enjoyed, and she loved them, even though she was not a believer at that point. She did want to learn more, and she did benefit from seeing how Christians interacted in books. I did not send her only “conversion story” books: she probably would have gotten turned off if every book was like that. Yet there are some books that I would not have sent to her, not because it was not a “salvation story,” but because it was misleading, and I felt she would have gotten the wrong idea from it.

Rather than being insular and wanting Christians books written just for those who already believe, on the contrary, it is precisely for those who don’t yet understand or believe that I want the gospel to be clear and accurate, as well as for the glory of the Lord who gave us the gospel. Understanding, conceding, and supporting everything I mentioned in the first paragraphs about the nature of fiction, I still do believe and expect that whatever allusion there is to the gospel should not be misleading. I know it can be done: I have read wonderful examples of it.

St. Francis is supposed to have said “Preach the gospel; if necessary, use words.” I agree that a life should back up and reinforce the words we speak, but someone likened this to saying, “Feed starving children, when necessary use food.” Jesus said, “The words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life” (John 6:63). He also said, “Now ye are clean through the word which I have spoken unto you” (John 15:3). Paul said, “So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God” (Romans 10:17). Words do matter; words are necessary to convey the gospel. Within the medium of Christian fiction those words may not take the same form as a tract or a sermon, but they ought to at least not obscure the truth.

Book Review: Her Daughter’s Dream

Her Daughter’s Dream by Francine Rivers is the sequel to Her Mother’s Hope, which I reviewed earlier here. Though you could say the main subject of both books is mother-daughter conflict, that statement hardly does the books justice.

In the first book, Marta escapes an abusive father to make a life for herself in America with grit and hard work. When her daughter, Hildemara, is born early, sickly, and frail, Marta’s memories of her fragile sister, Elise, and her untimely end make Marta determined that Hildie will grow up strong. Hildie does survive but views her mother’s tough-love as a lack of love, and she leaves home to pursue a dream she loves that her mother initially hates.

At the opening of Her Daughter’s Dream, Hildie is gravely ill and reluctantly allows her husband to call her mother for help. Hildie’s daughter, Carolyn, has experienced trauma unknown to Hildie, but as Oma Marta comes, Carolyn’s nightmares stop and she bonds with Marta during Hildie’s illness, adding to the rift in their relationship. As Carolyn grows up feeling she will never measure up enough to earn her mother’s approval, she drops out of college with free-spirited roommate Chel to protest the war and experience the counter-culture of the 60s. She comes home a few years later lost, broken, and pregnant. As her mother takes care of her daughter, May Flower Dawn, they bond closely, making Carolyn once again feel left out. But as Dawn grows up, she begins to wonder how all these fractured relationships can be healed and prays and works to that end.

As I said with the first book, you just ache with these people for the mistakes that they make and the pain they experience. I envision each woman with her arms wrapped around herself: Marta’s in fear of loss, Hildie’s in bitterness, Carolyn’s in a self-protective cocoon. But when one’s arms are wrapped around oneself, they are not open to other people or to fully receiving all the Lord has in store. Though each woman has faith in God, during major parts of her life she is not actively trusting Him. This really spoke to me about the dangers of grasping self-protection and the need to let go and trust God for the protection that only He can provide.

I enjoyed how Francine Rivers set each generation and its relationship issues in context in its historical setting. This is a wonderfully written epic story.

What’s On Your Nightstand: September

What's On Your NightstandThe folks at 5 Minutes For Books host What’s On Your Nightstand? the fourth Tuesday of each month in which we can share about the books we have been reading and/or plan to read. You can learn more about it by clicking the link or the button.

Wow, I can’t believe I forgot this again until I saw it at Janet’s!

Here’s what I have finished since last time:

Emma by Jane Austen, reviewed here. A charming, beautiful, rich young woman tries her hand at matchmaking with dismal results — you could say that is the basic plot line, but the book is so much richer than that. Though I have seen it referred to as a comedy, I found much depth in Emma’s maturing. And her dear friend and sharpest critic, Mr. Knightly, lives up to his name as the quintessential English gentleman.

The Unfinished Gift and The Homecoming by Dan Walsh, reviewed here. The first book tells how a death, a war, a grandson, and a box of old letters bring an estranged father and son together; the second continues the story of their family, focusing on the son’s adjusting to life after the death of his wife and the journey of faith of the young woman he hires to be his son’s nanny. Both were great reads.

A Distant Melody by Sarah Sundin was reviewed here with the above two as they are all set in the WWII era and I read them one after the other. This was a delightful book of an ordinary, flawed couple who have various relationship problems when they meet (he can’t talk to girls, she is expected to marry a man her parents approve of but whom she does not love). They keep in contact with each other despite a series of misunderstandings and wartime complications.

Hoping for Something Better: Refusing to Settle for Life as Usual, a Bible study through the book of Hebrews by Nancy Guthrie, reviewed here. I cannot recommend this one highly enough. Excellent.

The Pirate Queen by Patricia Hickman, a story of “finding treasure in unexpected places,” reviewed here. On the very day a woman packs to leave her philandering husband, he comes home to announce he is dying and wants them to go to their coastal home for treatment, where she finds herself in a series of unexpected and difficult circumstances. I enjoyed her journey and her discoveries.

Her Mother’s Hope by Francine Rivers, reviewed here. A mother’s tough-love attempts to raise her daughter to be strong are understood by the daughter as a lack of love, and their relationship problems affect future generations. Epic story against the backdrop of two world wars. Enjoyed it very much.

The Note by Angela Hunt, reviewed here. A short note of love and forgiveness washes up on the Florida coast after a terrible plane crash, and a newspaper columnist seeks for its intended recipient while being unexpectedly affected by its message herself. Loved it!

I am currently reading and almost finished with Her Daughter’s Dream by Francine Rivers, the sequel to Her Mother’s Hope, and am still working on Faithful Women and Their Extraordinary God by Noel Piper. I got bogged down with that one and need to move it to the forefront and finish it.

Next I want to start one of the non-fiction books from my fall reading goals, either Start Somewhere: Losing What’s Weighing You Down from the Inside Out by Calvin Nowell and Gayla Zoz or I’m Outnumbered!: One Mom’s Lessons in the Lively Art of Raising Boys by Laura Lee Groves. I think next up after one of those will be Same Kind of Different as Me by Ron Hall, Denver Moore, and Lynn Vincent or The Thorn by Beverly Lewis.

Happy Reading!

Flashback Friday: Books

Mocha With Linda hosts a weekly meme called Flashback Friday. She’ll post a question every Thursday, and then Friday we can link our answers up on her site. You can visit her site for more Flashbacks.

The question for this week is:

Did you like to read when you were a child? What were your favorite genres, books or series? Did you read books because of the author or because of the title/plot? Did you own many books? Did your school distribute the Scholastic book orders (or some other type)? Did you visit the library often? Was there a summer reading program when you were young, and did you participate? Do you have any particular memories of your school libraries? What were your favorites and least favorites among the classics (the ones high school English teachers assign!)? If you didn’t like reading, do you like it more today than you did then?

I don’t think it takes too much time around my blog to notice that I am a book lover. I don’t remember if my mom read to me (though she may have), and I don’t remember going to libraries with my mom or entering summer reading programs. My first memories of books are from school. The first book I remember reading parts of there was A Child’s Garden of Verses. I do remember Dr. Suess and Little Golden Books at home as well as a Bible-in-pictures book that I was fascinated with.

I must have had a good many books at home, because one of my fondest memories of my father was when he built me my own bookcase. It was a simple plywood affair painted blue, but I was so pleased that he made it for me and that I had a place for my own books.

The first book I remember checking out of a school library was a book about Martin Luther. I guess I liked biographies even then. I do remember going through a phase of reading about horses, but I don’t think they were the Marguerite Henry books, because they didn’t seem familiar to me when I discovered them later as an adult. I only remember that the name of the horse in one book was Mystery and it was derived from one of the children first suggesting the name “Mr. E,” and when that was rejected, the child ran that name together into the word Mystery. I must’ve run into the Little House books somewhere along the way because I was thrilled when the TV series started and was familiar with the storyline on which many of the episodes were based. I also remember discovering Louisa May Alcott and loving Little Women and its sequels. I loved books that looked like this:

Little Women book cover

Little Women book inside

In fact, I bought this copy of Little Women as an adult in a bookstore at the mall (I miss those!!!) out of nostalgia even though I had a copy in a set of Alcott books.

My mom worked off and on, and I remember one baby-sitter as a middle-aged or older lady with what seemed like multitudes of bookshelves, many with children’s books. I don’t remember anything else about the lady or her house, but she was my favorite baby-sitter! I think it was from her house I read a book that I have been trying to remember the title of ever since. It was about a girl from England named Merry who came to the States, and other children made fun of her for using strange words for common things, so she felt left out and unwelcome, but eventually she made friends and taught them how to make primrose chains. Sally suggested one time the book might have been American Haven by Elizabeth Yates, but I bought that one to see, and it wasn’t it, though it was a good book.

I don’t really remember much of anything specific about school libraries through the years.

I do remember the Scholastic book orders and being thrilled to be able to order something from them sometimes. The only one I actually remember is one I got in early high school about a pregnant teen-ager, and I think I only remember it because my dad was angry about it. The story didn’t have much redeeming value — it was mostly about her angst, which was understandable, but offered little hope or direction.

The only classics assigned in high school that I actually remember were a few of Shakespeare’s works, but I didn’t get much out of Shakespeare until I saw some of his plays performed in college. One of my high school teachers must have assigned something from Dickens, though, because I discovered and loved David Copperfield and at some point read Oliver Twist and Great Expectations.I didn’t try A Tale of Two Cities until much later as an adult, and it took me several attempts to actually finish it, but when I did it became one of my all-time favorite novels. My pre-adult reading seems to have been sadly lacking in classics, so I have been on a quest over the last several years to read many of them.

And that’s pretty much all that I can recall about the formation of this reader. Whatever actually spurred my love of reading, I am extremely thankful for it. Reading has been one of my greatest sources of pleasure as well as learning and personal growth throughout my life.

Book Review: The Note

A horrific plane crash off the Florida coast has shocked the nation. Debris washes up on shore for days, some of it a distance from the crash site itself. A note of a father’s love and forgiveness on a napkin inside a plastic bag survives and lands at the house of a woman who wants to remain anonymous but who wants the message to get to its rightful recipient, so she takes it to a local newspaper columnist, Peyton McGruder.

Peyton recognizes a golden opportunity for her column, which has only been given a few weeks to attract more readers or face changes, but Peyton also has the integrity to handle the search for the note’s  intended recipient in a sensitive manner. The note is addresses simply to “T,”and as Peyton researches and then takes the note to those who might claim it, its message has different effects on all of them, Peyton included.

Unfortunately not all reporters have the same integrity and sensitivity, and a TV reporter out to make a name for herself moves in to scoop Peyton’s story.

My thoughts:

I thoroughly enjoyed The Note by Angela Hunt. It was well written, and it was intriguing to see how the note affected each who read it. The underlying spiritual parallels were beautifully illustrated without being overstated. My only teensy criticism is that there were a few asides by several of the characters commenting on Peyton that seemed to me to disrupt the flow of the story and often told me things I already knew or figured out. I’d be interested to know why the author handled these thoughts in this way. They might have worked better in a sidebar. But that’s just my opinion, and the overall story is wonderfully satisfying.

Book Review: Her Mother’s Hope

The first blurb I saw for Her Mother’s Hope by Francine Rivers mentioned mother-daughter conflict, and that in itself didn’t sound like something I would want to read, but Francine writes riveting stories, and I knew there would be much more depth. And indeed, there was.

Marta Schneider is born to an abusive father and a God-fearing mother in Switzerland in the late 1800s. As she grows older, her father takes her out of school at a young age and sends her out to work at various service-related jobs. When she foresees that her life will never change, with her mother’s encouragement, she leaves.

Marta tackles anything that comes into her path with resolve and hard work. She travels various places and learns different skills and languages with a desire to open her own boarding house some day. When she finally realizes her dream, she unexpectedly falls in love with one of her boarders and marries.

When Marta’s daughter, Hildemara, is born early, small, and frail, Marta is determined that she will never end up as her younger sister, Elise, did, who was a fragile soul, beautiful and overprotected, who came to a tragic end. Marta’s efforts to make her daughter tough and strong are often misunderstood. Hildemara feels as if she can never obtain her mother’s approval, so when she can she goes off on her own quest.

You just ache for these two and their misunderstood actions toward each other.

I also enjoyed Marta’s relationship with her quieter husband, the fact that though she drives him crazy sometimes, he loves her and her “fire.” They spar often over — well, over many things, but most often over the need to rest and wait on the Lord versus the need to take matters into their own hands and do something.

The historical backdrop covers two world wars, the plight of immigrants to this country, especially when their old and new countries are at war, and the hard life of a sharecropper.

Francine shares that though the story is fictional, it contains many facts from her own family’s history.

It’s not a short read at 483 pages, but it goes quickly. I enjoyed spending an entire evening with this book, which is rare for me — I usually read in bits.

I don’t feel as if I am doing the book justice, so let me just say I recommend it. I have readers who would want to know these things, so I will just mention that there are a couple of instances of intimacy between Marta and her husband that were more explicit than I wanted to read, but they are very brief.

I am glad I waited to read the book until this time, because the sequel, Her Daughter’s Dream, is due out today — so I don’t have to wait long to find out what happens next!

(This review will be linked to Semicolon‘s Saturday Review of Books.)

Book Review: The Pirate Queen

The Pirate Queen by Patricia Hickman is not the swashbuckling, high-seas adventure you might have been expecting from the title. Rather, it is the story of Saphora Warren, a wealthy socialite who appears to have an ideal life, but whose husband is an inattentive, unreasonable philanderer. On the very day that Saphora packs up her bags, planning to quietly leave her husband, he comes home and announces that he is dying. Furthermore, he wants to go to their coastal home — the very place Saphora had planned to retreat to — to seek treatment, and he wants Saphora to go with him. Subduing her own plans and feelings, Saphora goes with him. Various members of their dysfunctional extended family come to visit over the summer, further wreaking havoc with Saphora’s life, but she strikes up a surprising but beneficial friendship with a quiet, older-than-his-years neighbor boy.

I can’t remember now where I first saw the book recommended, but I picked it up to see what the author did with Saphora and her husband Bender’s story. I can’t really say without giving away the plot, but perhaps more important than the plot are their character studies.

My biggest complaint is one I have mentioned before. I don’t believe every Christian fiction novel needs to have a three point outline of the plan of salvation complete with the “sinner’s prayer,” but whatever it does contain of the gospel needs to be clear and accurate. The advice given to Saphora is kind of nebulous: “Keep looking for answers,” “Jesus invites you to join him on his journey,” “Your life is going to be difficult….but with a little help, you’ll learn to love.” If I were in Saphora’s situation, I would want  counsel much more concrete than that.

There were a couple of phrases that struck me as quite nicely written. “The afternoon had been spilled like sweet tea poured out.” And on the subject of not being able to come up with the right thing to say until too late (which I tend to experience!), “Thinking deeply rather than broadly presented so many lost opportunities.”

This is actually a strange little book to me. I don’t mean that negatively, but much of the family’s conversations and interactions were not what I would expect from my own family. Which is fine — different people have different personalities and frames of reference. But though I could enter into Saphora’s angst in dealing with all the unexpected things life throws at her, I couldn’t really fully identify with the characters. The title didn’t really make sense to me until the end, and even then it didn’t seem to fit exactly, considering what a pirate is and how he gets what he wants compared to Saphora’s situation. But maybe I am just missing something.

(Updated to add: The author discusses how she came to write this novel here, and that did help shed light on the pirate allusion.)

If you’ve read this, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

I did enjoy the book, however, and the journey Saphora and Bender take.

Book review: Hoping For Something Better

I’m having a hard time knowing how to review Hoping for Something Better: Refusing to Settle for Life as Usual, a Bible study by Nancy Guthrie. It doesn’t have a plot or characters, after all. 🙂 My first thoughts are just to say, “It’s good. Really, really good. You should get it.” But I’ll try to elaborate.

I was drawn to Nancy’s Bible study because I thoroughly enjoyed her compilations and introductions in Come Thou Long Expected Jesus:Experiencing the Peace and Promise of Christmas and Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross: Experiencing the Passion and Power of Easter, plus I saw her study highly recommended by people whom I trust.

This study takes the reader through the book of Hebrews. Though Nancy says Hebrews is a difficult book, I had found it quite refreshing when I first discovered it as a young Christian: it really helped put much of the Old Testament practices into perspective. And even though I have read it several times since then, this book helped me mine more of it and find treasures or perspectives I had missed before.

One of the key words in Hebrews is “better.” Jesus is better than the angels (1:4),  provides a better hope (7:19), is the author of a better covenant (7:22),makes better promises (8:6), is a better sacrifice (9:23), and so on, with about seven more references which deem Him “better.”

In Nancy’s introduction, she writes:

There really is something better that is within our grasp. Better than living life with a merely sentimental, superficial spirituality. Better than going through life with a debilitating fear of death. Better than becoming bored and burdened by meaningless religious ritual; better than feeling like an unwelcome outsider or an unworthy hypocrite; better than being bound by shame and regret. There is something better that makes problems worth persevering through, something that makes heaven worth waiting for, something worth running to and dreaming of.

That something better is actually someone better: Jesus.

But even as I say it, whether or not you are a follower of Jesus, I know there is a voice inside you saying, Oh, Jesus again, or Just Jesus?…

Because some of us have been disappointed in Jesus, too — at least Jesus as we have understood Him and experienced Him to this point. Could it be that our desire for something better springs from our underestimation or devaluing of Jesus? Could it be that we’ve become so comfortable with the Jesus we’ve constructed that we just aren’t that awed by Him any more and we’ve become blinded to what He is truly worth?

Could it be possible to move from wherever we are now to becoming more solidly convinced that Jesus is worth our costly devotion, our intellectual energy, our emotional investment, our cherished reputation, our everything?

Nancy discusses those issues and others as she moves through Hebrews.Her personal illustrations are sometimes humorous, sometimes poignant.

I’ve shared several quotes from the book through The Week In Words posts and in “What Keeps us From Real Rest?”

This study is unlike any other ladies’ Bible study I have ever done. With most of them I could go through the assigned reading and questions in maybe an hour, and that’s fine, but with Nancy’s book it took  several days to work through a chapter. She also recommends reading the Scripture passage and working through a series of questions before reading the material in the book in order to prepare our minds for the discussion there, and I found this very beneficial.

The book is set up for a ten week study. Since I went at my own pace, I am not sure how long it took me to complete the book, but I did read it again immediately after completing it to try to fix more firmly in my mind those things I had read.

If you’re looking for a meaty Bible study, or if you’re searching for something or someone better, I recommend Hoping for Something Better: Refusing to Settle for Life as Usual. I am hoping Nancy writes more Bible studies as well.

Three WWII novels

I’m not quite sure how I came to read three WWII novels one after another, except that one was a sequel of one of the others, but it did enrich the reading of them, I think. This era is one of my favorites.

I won The Unfinished Gift and The Homecoming by Dan Walsh from Mocha With Linda (Thank you, Linda!)

In The Unfinished Gift, seven year old Patrick Collins’ mother has just passed away. His father is a soldier over in England during WWII and the authorities are having trouble finding him. His social worker takes him to his only known relative, his grandfather, Ian Collins, with whom his father  has not spoken in years. Ian is none too happy about his routine being interrupted by a boy, but has little choice but to take him in. He doesn’t interact well with Patrick, though, and Patrick’s life would be pretty bleak if not for the neighbor, Mrs. Fortini, and his social worker, Katherine Townsend, who has taken a special interest in his case even though her supervisor has told her to move on. When Patrick gets something for his grandfather out of the attic, he spies a partially carved wooden soldier, and he is captivated. But the soldier brings back too many painful memories for Ian, and he angrily tells Patrick not to touch it.

I’ll leave the rest of the story for you to discover. It was a very enjoyable read if a little predictable — I tended to be two beats ahead of the plot line with being able to figure out what was going to happen next. I could easily see it being made into a Hallmark movie.

The Homecoming was not at all predictable. Though I liked The Unfinished Gift, I was taken in more by The Homecoming. Patrick’s father, Shawn, has finally come home from the war, but the army cannot yet let him go. They assign him to what many would consider a dream job: traveling with several actors and actresses on a four-month tour to promote the sale of war bonds. Shawn dreads it both because he doesn’t want to be part of the spectacle, but mainly because it means being away from Patrick for months. He searches for someone to help his father take care of Patrick, and finds that Katherine Townsend is in need of a new job. Shawn’s father, Ian, has not told anyone of the dizzy spells and lack of energy he has been experiencing.

Shawn has a lot on his shoulders with the fresh grief over his wife, the separation from Patrick, and then the news of his father’s declining health. He and Katherine agree to keep their relationship professional, and Katherine knows it is too soon for him to think about another relationship, yet she finds herself attracted to him., besides loving Patrick dearly. And Katherine’s visits to church to take Patrick are awakening a different type of longing in her heart.

Both books are quite heart-warming stories about relationships. The WWII details are just enough to anchor the setting and give you a feel for the times without becoming too much of a historical narrative. One minor criticism is that the author does employ the “not realizing what I have until I’ve almost lost it” resolution in each book — twice, actually, in the second one. But overall I loved these stories and characters. Also, I am not sure why the author had the first character who was a Christian as a part of what I would consider to be a works-based denomination (though one is not saved by denomination but by personal repentance and faith in Christ), but the gospel is clear in both books.

A Distant Melody by Sarah Sundin is one that caught my eye when it was mentioned on several blogs a few months ago, and I finally got it.

Allie Miller is engaged to a man she doesn’t love and who doesn’t seem to love her, yet her parents want the match, and Allie hopes she will learn to love Baxter in time. She hopes she will also finally gain her mother’s approval.

Walt Novak is a young Army pilot with “chipmunk cheeks and a nose like an upside-down kite” who freezes when he encounters a woman who is not “taken.” But on his way home for a wedding during furlough, he encounters Allie, and, thinking she is a mother to the children seated next to her, has no problems entering into a conversation. When he realizes she is not a mother, not married, and furthermore headed to the same wedding he is attending, he is delighted that he still finds her easy to talk to.

By the end of their time at the wedding, he wants to know her better, so they promise to write each other. Allie thought their mutual friend told Walt that Allie was engaged, but when he learns that fact, it sets off a series of misunderstandings between them. Yet they continue to be drawn to each other through all the trials of their respective experiences.

Allie has to wrestle with more than her attraction to Walt and the emptiness of her engagement: she realizes that her parents’ church and views are not consistent with what Allie believes God wants her to do with her life, yet stepping out on her own will have dire consequences, some that she never dreamed of.

I loved that the main characters were not beautiful and suave, muscular and handsome, one of my complaints with much fiction. They are ordinary, they’re flawed, yet the reader is drawn to them and roots for them not only in their relationship but in the difficulties they each encounter in life. There is also great historical detail in the setting and realistic views of war time experiences. I am glad to know there is a sequel out.