Tuesday, May 19, 2020

Her Amish Suitor's Secret (Amish Serenity Ridge #3) by Carrie Light


About the book

HER AMISH SUITOR’S SECRET by Carrie Lighte (on-sale May 19, 2020): Sometimes the truth comes at a cost.
 Can she forgive him when she learns his true identity? Posing as an Amish groundskeeper at Rose
Allgyer’s lakeside cabin retreat, Englischer Caleb Miller is determined to clear his brother’s name of theft.  But as he’s drawn to Rose’s good nature, the burden of his ruse gets heavier—especially after learning Rose was deceived by her ex-fiancĂ©. Still guarded, will Rose trust Caleb with heheart when she discovers he isn’t who he claims to be?

My thoughts:

Her Amish Suitor's Secret was a fast and interesting read.  Although this is the third book in the series it was fine as a standalone and didn’t take away my enjoyment of the story.  What I liked about this novel were the two main characters, Caleb Miller and Ross Allgyer, both are hard workers who want to do their best in whatever they can do.  Rose has trust issues due to a previous relationship and Caleb just wants to prove his brother’s innocence of theft.

I thought the premise was clever, the characters were charming and entertaining the writing is terrific and the story moved a good pace.  The touch of mystery added to my overall enjoyment of this novel.  If anyone is looking for a sweet, clean and quick read then I recommend this one.
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About Carrie Lighte: Carrie Lighte enjoys traveling to Amish communities across the United States and she hopes to visit a few in Canada soon, too. When she isn't writing, reading  or researching, she likes to hike, kayak and spend time at the beach.

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Wednesday, May 13, 2020

The Nightjar's Promise review and GIVEAWAY



Book Title:  The Nightjar's Promise >Book 4 of The F.I.G. Mysteries)by Barbara Casey
Category: YA Fiction (Ages 13-17; 130 pages

Genre:  Mystery, Fantasy

Publisher:  Gauthier Publications (Hungry Goat Press)

Release date: April, 2020

Content Rating:  PG. There are some themes that deal with the

Jewish Holocaust and some frightening scenes appropriate for young adult

 and adult readers.


About the book:
Jennifer Torres, one of the three FIGs (Females of Intellectual Genius) who is a genius in both music and art, is the last to leave the closed rehearsal for her upcoming performance over Thanksgiving break at Carnegie Hall when she hears something in the darkened Hall. Recognizing the tilt of the woman’s head and the slight limp of the man as they hurry out an exit door, she realizes it is her parents who were supposedly killed in a terrible car accident when she was 15 years old. Devastated and feeling betrayed, she sends a text to Carolina and the other two FIGs—THURGOOD. It is the code word they all agreed to use if ever one of them got into trouble or something happened that was too difficult to handle. They would all meet back at Carolina’s bungalow at Wood Rose Orphanage and Academy for Young Women to figure it out.

As soon as they receive the text, because of their genius, Dara starts thinking of words in ancient Hebrew, German, and Yiddish, while Mackenzie’s visions of unique math formulae keep bringing up the date October 11, 1943. That is the date during World War II when the Nazis—the Kunstschutz—looted the paintings of targeted wealthy Jewish families and hid them away under Hitler’s orders. And as Carolina waits for the FIGs to return to Wood Rose, she hears warnings from Lyuba, her gypsy mother, to watch for the nightjar, the ancient name for the whip-poor-will.

As they search for “The Nightjar’s Promise” and the truth surrounding it, Carolina and the FIGs come face to face with the evil that threatens to destroy not only their genius but their very lives.

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My thoughts:

The Nightjar’s Promise is a fast read geared towards young readers, it’s also the   4th book in the series but I hadn’t read the first three in the series.  There is enough of the backstory where it wasn’t confusing which was helpful and made this book enjoyable.  I liked that the young ladies in the storyline are strong and supportive of each other, being there for each other no matter the circumstances.

I was intrigued by the FIGS (Females of Intellectual Genius) so that’s why I decided to read this short novel and I am glad I tried something a little different than I normally read because not only did I find a new to me author, I found young , independent smart women who are good to each other and don’t tear each other down in order to build themselves up.  That in my opinion is a positive message for everyone.  This story is Jennifer’s story and it’s a bit of a mystery especially when she hears something in her darkened rehearsal and recognizes some characteristics of her parents as a couple hurries out of an exit door. It would concern anyone but her parents supposedly died in an accident when she was 15.  

I thought this was an interesting novel with mystery, friendships and secrets.  I liked the characters and found the writing was to my liking.  I would have read the series in its entirety if I had known about it earlier, but am still glad I had the opportunity to read The Nightjar’s Promise.
I received a copy from the publisher.  All opinions are my own.

Meet the Author



Originally from Carrollton, Illinois, author/agent/publisher Barbara
Casey attended the University of North Carolina, N.C. State University,
and N.C. Wesleyan College where she received a BA degree, summa cum
laude, with a double major in English and history. In 1978 she left her
position as Director of Public Relations and Vice President of
Development at North Carolina Wesleyan College to write full time and
develop her own manuscript evaluation and editorial service. In 1995 she
 established the Barbara Casey Agency and since that time has
represented authors from the United States, Great Britain, Canada, and
Japan. In 2014, she became a partner with Strategic Media Books, an
independent nonfiction publisher of true crime, where she oversees
acquisitions, day-to-day operations, and book production

Ms. Casey has written over a dozen award-winning books of fiction and
nonfiction for both young adults and adults. The awards include the
National Association of University Women Literary Award, the Sir Walter
Raleigh Literary Award, the Independent Publisher Book Award, the Dana
Award for Outstanding Novel, the IP Best Book for Regional Fiction,
among others. Two of her nonfiction books have been optioned for major
films, one of which is under contract.<

Her award-winning articles, short stories, and poetry for adults have
appeared in both national and international publications including the
North Carolina Christian Advocate Magazine, The New East Magazine, the
Raleigh (N.C.) News and Observer, the Rocky Mount (N.C.) Sunday
Telegram, Dog Fancy, ByLine, The Christian Record, Skirt! Magazine, and
True Story. A thirty-minute television special which Ms. Casey wrote and
 coordinated was broadcast on WRAL, Channel 5, in Raleigh, North
Carolina. She also received special recognition for her editorial work
on the English translations of Albanian children’s stories. Her
award-winning science fiction short stories for adults are featured in
The Cosmic Unicorn and CrossTime science fiction anthologies. Ms.
Casey's essays and other works appear in The Chrysalis Reader, the
international literary journal of the Swedenborg Foundation, 221
One-Minute Monologues from Literature (Smith and Kraus Publishers), and A
 Cup of Comfort (Adams Media Corporation).


Ms. Casey is a former director of BookFest of the Palm Beaches, Florida,

 where she served as guest author and panelist. She has served as judge

for the Pathfinder Literary Awards in Palm Beach and Martin Counties,

Florida, and was the Florida Regional Advisor for the Society of

Children's Book Writers and Illustrators from 1991 through 2003. In 2018

 Ms. Casey received the prestigious Albert Nelson Marquis Lifetime

Achievement Award and Top Professional Award for her extensive

experience and notable accomplishments in the field of publishing and

other areas. She makes her home on the top of a mountain in northwest

Georgia with her husband and three cats who adopted her, Homer, Reese,
and Earl Gray - Reese’s best friend

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Tuesday, May 12, 2020

On a Coastal Breeze (Three Sisters Island #2) by Suzanne Woods Fisher

Book Description

Everything happens for a reason, Maddie Grayson believes. But her motto gets sorely tested when the new minister parachutes into town and offers her a chance to change what happens  next.

My thoughts:

I really enjoyed my return trip to Three Sisters Island and catching up with, Cam. Maddie, Blaine and their dad.  I loved finding out what has been happening on the island, spending time with the fun and sweet residents who call the island their home.

Maddie, Cam and Blaine are such fun characters, each with their distinct personalities doing what they love to do but being there for their dad and helping him with the island he purchased.  It’s certainly been a whirlwind of activity for the Grayson family but things get a little bit more hectic and unusual when the new Pastor parachutes into town.  As it turns out Maddie and the new pastor have been at odds in the past, and I mean way back in the past, since kindergarten.  Rick would like to start his new position as pastor in his new town by being friendly and helpful to everyone but things may not be easy as he thinks.  Their story is cute, sweet and kind of humorous.

The first book is Cam’s story, this one is Maddie’s and I can’t wait to find out what Blaine will be up to in the third book.  If you haven’t read the first one, I think you should so that you can meet this family and their friends from the beginning and get to know this fun and loving group.
I received a copy from the publisher.  All opinions are my own



Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Her Cowboy Sweetheart by Cathy McDavid review + GIVEAWAY


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Her Cowboy Sweetheart
(The Sweetheart Ranch #4)
By Cathy McDavid
Contemporary Romance
Paperback & ebook, 384 Pages

May 5th 2020 by Harlequin Heartwarming

He’s been a good friend

But can he be her sweetheart?

At Sweetheart Ranch, single mom Carly Leighton finds a fresh start, and a friendly neighbor in former bull rider JD Moreno. Neither are looking for love—Carly must think first of her son, Rickie, while JD is recovering from a career-ending balance disorder. But when her former in-laws demand access to Rickie, Carly turns to JD for support and finds he is becoming more than a friend in need…

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My thoughts:

Her Cowboy Sweetheart is such a heartwarming and sweet novel that it was hard to stop reading it once I started. I quickly got caught up in the story of single mom, Carly Leightman who is raising her precious little boy, Rickie.  She's also busy working two jobs and is lucky to have the help  of former bull rider, JD Moreno.
Carly and JD are both facing some challenges that hold them back from serious relationships, she's had a marriage that ended badly while he suffers from an illness that prevents him from doing the job he loves the most and also avoiding any serious long term commitments.  

Their story is one that will stay with me for a long time. They are both hardworking, selfless, and caring and I found myself rooting for them to live their best possible lives.  I thought the author penned an emotional story with likeable characters and I will definitely be reading more of her work.  What I enjoyed most of all is that this is a clean romance that is suitable for readers of all ages.
I received a complimentary e-copy of this book through Prism Book Tours.  All Opinions are completely my own.

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About the Author



As a sophomore in high school, NY Times, USA Today, and Amazon bestselling author Cathy McDavid won a local writing competition with her self-illustrated children’s book. Who knew that small triumph would eventually lead to a career writing contemporary romances with over 1.3 million books sold? With forty-seven titles to date, Cathy is also a member of the prestigious Romance Writers of America’s Honor Roll. This “almost” Arizona native and mother of grown twins recently married her own real-life sweetheart. After leaving the corporate world four years ago, she now spends her days penning stories about good looking men who ride the range or fight fires or hunt creatures all while sweeping the girl off her feet. It’s a tough job but she’s willing to make the sacrifice.


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Tuesday, May 5, 2020

A Mosiac of Wings by Kimberly

Book Description

Determined to uphold her father's legacy, newly graduated Nora Shipley joins an entomology research expedition to India to prove herself in the field. In this spellbinding new land, Nora is faced with impossible choices--between saving a young Indian girl and saving her career, and between what she's always thought she wanted and the man she's come to love.


My thoughts:

Kimberly Duffy transports readers from New York to India in her artfully written debut novel and I was more than happy to take the journey.  Nora Shipley is a young entomologist, recent college graduate, who is low on funds since she used the money her father left her. She wants to further her education and must find a way to accomplish her goals.   I liked Nora a lot, she was courageous, intelligent and willing to help her mother in any way she could even if that means giving up her dreams.  Owen is a fellow student, a rival, an eventual friend and is highly entertaining. 

As Nora and Owen both need a scholarship for their futures, they find themselves traveling to India to further their studies where they learn so much more than they ever imagined.  I’ll be honest here and admit that I have an aversion to insects but the authors writing was so amazing I focused more on the what the characters were working on which was more interesting than I could have imagined.  

Overall, I thought the author penned a beautiful and heartfelt story.  This historical novel will definitely be on my keeper shelf and I plan on adding many more written by Ms. Duffy. 
I received a complimentary copy from the publisher through Netgalley.  All opinions are completely my own.




Friday, May 1, 2020

The Lost Lieutenant (Serendipity & Secrets #1) by Erica Vetsch Review +GIVEAWAY

About the book

Evan Eldridge never meant to be a war hero--he just wanted to fight Napoleon for the future of his country. And he certainly didn't think that saving the life of a peer would mean being made the Earl of Whitelock. But when the life you save is dear to the Prince Regent, things can change in a hurry.

Now Evan has a new title, a manor house in shambles, and a stranger for a bride, all thrust upon him by a grateful ruler. What he doesn't have are all his memories. Traumatized as a result of his wounds and bravery on the battlefield, Evan knows there's something he can't quite remember. It's important, dangerous--and if he doesn't recall it in time, will jeopardize not only his marriage but someone's very life.

Readers who enjoy Julie Klassen, Carolyn Miller, and Kristi Ann Hunter will love diving into this brand-new Regency series filled with suspense, aristocratic struggles, and a firm foundation of faith.

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He's doing what he can to save the Prince Regent's life . . . but can he save his new marriage as well?

My thoughts:


I have been waiting to read this book since I first heard about it and I can tell you it was well worth the wait.  The Lost Lieutenant had me engaged from beginning to end with the delightful characters and the charming storyline.  Well, there is one character who is not all that delightful, in fact he is a horrible person but important to the storyline.  After meeting Evan, I forgot all about the annoying character although he pops up throughout the book.

I enjoy a marriage of convenience and I especially enjoyed the one between Evan and Diana, mainly because I wanted to see her settled and away from her threatening and evil father.  Of course, since this is regency at it’s finest there must be an overbearing parent.  Enough about the villain though, let me tell you about Evan, he is kind and caring, just what Diana needs after living with her father and keeping a family secret, it was time for her to have a happy and peaceful existence.   I loved how their relationship grew and how they shared their past experiences.  

Overall, I though this novel was fantastic.  It certainly checked all the boxes I want, an engaging storyline that flowed at a great pace that’s impeccably written with a hero and heroine that I absolutely loved.  I highly recommend this book.
I received a complimentary copy from the publisher.  All opinions are completely my own.

About the author:













Erica Vetsch is a New York Times best-selling and ACFW Carol Award–winning author. She is a transplanted Kansan now living in Minnesota with her husband, who she claims is both her total opposite and soul mate.

Vetsch loves Jesus, history, romance, and sports. When she’s not writing fiction, she’s planning her next trip to a history
museum and cheering on her Kansas Jayhawks and New Zealand All Blacks.

A self-described history geek, she has been planning her first research trip to England.

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An Interview with Erica Vetsch, Author of The Lost Lieutenant

Who doesn’t need to be swept away to another place and time every now and then? After all,
there’s never a bad time for a good story. For readers ready to take a trip back to early
nineteenth-century England, The Lost Lieutenant (Kregel Publications) by Erica Vetsch is a
perfect means of transport.

Q: Up until now, many of your books have been historical releases but set in the American
West. Why the move to England for the new series?

If there is one thing my family and friends know about me, it is that I always want to be learning and researching new historical topics. Having written and researched so many books set in the American West, I found myself feeling as if I was in a bit of a rut. I was having difficulty coming up with something fresh and interesting, where I could really dive into the research.
I had been reading quite a bit of Regency, thanks to some recommendations from an author friend, and the more I read, the more I realized I didn’t know many specifics about the era. Suddenly, there were so many avenues to explore, like the aristocracy, the clothing, the amusements, the Napoleonic Wars, and much more! My imagination sparked, and I was hooked!

Q: For those who may not be familiar with the term, what is Regency fiction? Why do you think this genre is so popular with readers?

Regency fiction covers the time period of 1811–1820 in England, though books set between 1800 and 1830 are often classed
as Regency. There’s always a bit of literary license about writing fiction, isn’t there?
The Regency period occurred at the end of the Georgian era in England, when King George III (monarch during the American Revolution) was deemed unfit to rule. Some historians believe he suffered from a blood disease called porphyria, which has cognitive side effects. Some believe it was schizophrenia or other mental illness. In any case, he was considered unable to fulfill his role as monarch, and in his stead his son, the Prince of Wales, became the Prince Regent. The near decade of his rule as substitute monarch is called the Regency.

Q: What kind of research goes into a series like this? Have you been able to go on a trip to see some of the sites you have written about?

There is a tremendous amount of research, especially when you’ve not written Regency much before. Readers of Regency fiction pay close attention to historical details, and they want you to get it right. As a historian myself, I want to get it right. I now possess a sizable research library of Regency history books. Some are encyclopedic in nature, covering the entire era, and
some are quite specific, such as Georgian seaside villages or coaches of the Regency era.
As to traveling, I had tickets booked for a trip to England for May 2020, but due to COVID-19, those plans are in abeyance.
Hopefully when the world is healed and no longer reeling from the virus, I will be able to rebook the trip and take in all the amazing places I long to see. Until then, I shall rely on the research of others through their books and the assistance of Google Maps satellite view!

Q: Tell us a little bit about your new book, The Lost Lieutenant.

The Lost Lieutenant is a combination of an arranged-marriage and a fish-out-of-water story. The hero, Evan, continually finds himself having his life dictated by others and wondering if God has made a huge mistake. Evan is a soldier, a sharpshooter in the British Army. The son of a parson, he knows more about battlefield tactics than how to conduct himself in London society. And yet, when he is conferred an earldom and a bride to go along with the title, he is forced to accept his new role and make it his own.

While he’s struggling with his new responsibilities, his bride, Diana, is hiding secrets from her
husband, her father, and the man who could destroy everything. If the truth gets out, it could cost a baby his life. What she doesn’t realize is that her husband is keeping secrets of his own, secrets that could cost him his freedom.
The Lost Lieutenant is a story of falling in love while learning to trust. Trust God. Trust your heart. Trust your spouse.

Q: In what situations do your characters find themselves at the beginning of the story?

Diana is in the untenable position of trying to keep her promise to her deceased sister while also obeying her controlling father. Is it permissible to lie if your motives are pure? Her father is forcing her to go to London for the Season so he can marry her off to the suitor of his choosing, and Diana is torn between what she promised to do and what her father is forcing her to do.

Evan is recovering in the hospital after being wounded in battle and shipped home from the Peninsular War. All he wants is to return to his regiment, but the Prince Regent has other plans. Evan is made a peer of the realm, and his hopes of returning to military duty go up in smoke.

Q: Diana and Evan both find themselves caught in circumstances beyond their control. How do they each handle themselves?

I think they each arrive at the same conclusion, that God is sovereign and God is good, but by different routes. Diana is used to being bossed and coerced by her domineering father, and she has less trouble with God’s sovereignty and more issue with whether God is good to someone like her—someone who keeps secrets and lies, even though she means well.

Evan continually wonders if God really intends him to be an earl, to have a wife, to abandon the life and career he built for himself. And if so, now what?

Through their circumstances, and through learning to love one another, each teaches the other the truth about God that they know, and they also discover a few truths together.

Q: What lessons in loyalty and responsibility can we learn that would benefit us in today’s culture?

Loyalty is an underlying theme. Evan is loyal to his regiment and other soldiers who had suffered injuries in battle. I especially like the relationship between Evan and his former sergeant, Shand. They’re loyal to one another, and Shand is the voice of reason and wisdom that Evan needs from time to time. Though Evan doesn’t realize it, especially at first, he is a natural leader, for whom responsibilities are a part of life. He feels the weight of them, but that doesn’t keep him from assuming them.

Diana’s responsibility is to her sister’s child, the child she promised to raise as her own, and she’s willing to go to great lengths to protect him. She’s loyal to her sister’s memory and, as a result, lavishes love on her sister’s child. Her loyalty creates her feelings of responsibility, and she doesn’t shirk her duty, and in fact embraces it.

Q: Evan never planned nor wanted the title and position he was given. What did he learn about nobility along the way?

Evan is slow to embrace his new title and position because he feels he was given them under false pretenses. He cannot remember what he did to earn them, and he’s fearful that someone will find out about his amnesia and his post-traumatic stress and consider him insane.

He considers much of what is “required” as aristocratic behavior to be either idle, empty action or downright wrong. He’s not even sure he wants to be considered part of the nobility.

In the end, Evan learns that nobility isn’t about the title you bear but the actions you show. Along the way, he’s got several helpers, especially Diana, who show him this truth.

Q: What role does faith play in the lives of your main characters, Diana and Evan?

Evan has a background and foundation of faith to draw on, being the son of a preacher. He has a good relationship with his father that helps him in his relationship with his heavenly Father. While Evan doesn’t always know what God is doing, he finds it quite easy to ask through prayer for God to help him make sense of things. He has enough faith to not fear asking and
questioning when things aren’t going according to Evan’s plans.

Diana has some training, through a childhood teacher, about faith being more than a weekly ritual, about needing to have a
personal relationship with God through His Son. She prays, but because her father is so domineering and mean, she wonders if God could possibly be good to her. She has very clear lines about what is right and wrong, but she also fears that if she crosses God, He will seek retribution.

Through seeing a godly man, her new husband, Diana is able to gain confidence that she is both loved and lovable, that a man can be kind and therefore demonstrate that God can be kind as well.

Q: Is there a spiritual takeaway that you hope will resonate with readers?

There’s not one specific takeaway or “lesson” I had in mind for readers. I love that through the power of story, God can use what we write and reach the people He wants to reach and teach them what He has for them.

Just as every reader brings their own imagination to a story when they read it, so too they bring their faith, their history, their experiences into the spiritual thread of the story. They start from where they currently are in their faith journey, and through the power of story, they can grow that faith and maturity through exploring the spiritual arcs of the characters.

Q: Without giving away too much, what can readers expect as the Serendipity &amp; Secrets series continues?



Big things! There are two more stories in the Serendipity & Secrets series coming this summer and in early 2021, The Gentleman Spy and The Indebted Earl. And as a bonus, there’s a spin-off novella this Christmas in the Joy to the World novella collection. My story is “The Wonders of His Love,” and I think readers will enjoy visiting the characters in this series again.

The Indebted Earl is Sophie Haverly’s story of loss and newfound love. When Sophie’s fiancĂ© is
killed in the war, his best friend and commanding officer returns to England to repay a debt.
Charles carries the weight of guilt, feeling himself to be responsible for his friend’s death. If he can fulfill his promise to look after Sophie, maybe he can pay part of his debt.

“The Wonders of His Love” in the Joy to the World collection is the story of transformation and
spreading wings for widow Cilla Haverly. With no real place now in society, she wonders if her
future is as bleak as it feels. Enter Hamish, a Scottish painter brought in for the holidays to paint the portraits of the new Duke and Duchess of Haverly. But Hamish creates more than just likenesses in oil on canvas. He also creates a longing in Cilla that she can’t deny.

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Thursday, April 30, 2020

The Heirloom Garden: A Novel by Viola Shipman

BOOK SUMMARY: 
In this heartwarming and feel-good novel filled with echoes of Dorothea Benton Frank, Debbie Macomber and Elizabeth Berg, two women separated by a generation but equally scarred by war find hope, meaning – and each other – through a garden of heirloom flowers.

Iris Maynard lost her husband in World War II, her daughter to loneliness and, finally, her reason to live. Walled off from the world for decades behind a towering fence surrounding her home and gardens, the former botanist has built a new family...of flowers. Iris propagates her own daylilies and roses while tending to an heirloom garden filled with starts – and memories – of her own mother, grandmother, husband and daughter.

When Abby Peterson moves to Grand Haven, Michigan, with her family – a husband traumatized during his service in the Iraq War and a young daughter searching for stability – they find themselves next door to Iris, and are slowly drawn into her reclusive neighbour's life where, united by loss and a love of flowers, Iris and Abby slowly unearth their secrets to each other. Eventually, the two teach one another that the earth grounds us all, gardens are a grand healer, and as flowers bloom so do our hopes and dreams.


THE HEIRLOOM GARDEN
Author: Viola Shipman
ISBN: 9781525804618
Publication Date: April 28, 2020
Publisher: Graydon House

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My thoughts:

Viola Shipman is a new to me author but after reading this novel, I went to Amazon and ordered a few of this amazing authors books.  I can honestly say that The Heirloom Garden will be one of my favorite books this year. Dual timelines are my favorites and this one is beautifully written.
We meet Iris Maynard during World War II where she is tending the Victory Garden with her friends and neighbors.  After the loss of her husband and daughter she becomes a recluse that is until she rents her grandmothers cottage to a young couple with an inquisitive young daughter.

I absolutely adored Iris, her love of gardening and her heirloom flowers were such a beautiful and important part of her life.  The vivid descriptions of the gardens, the houses and Grand Haven, Michigan made me feel like I was seeing what the character were seeing and feeling what they were feeling.  Abby Peterson is a wonderful character who has a husband suffering from PTSD and a daughter who needs both parents to watch over her.

When Iris first meets her neighbors things don't really go all that well because she wants privacy but  her little neighbor wants to talk so needless to say their first meeting doesn't go too smoothly. As the relationship develops between Iris and the Peterson family there will be secrets revealed, loneliness and fears will be faced but there will be times of trust and letting go of the past.  I wanted to spend time with this unlikely foursome, I even wanted to try corndog and since I don't eat meat I knew this author had truly drawn me into this wonderful book.

Overall, I thought this beautifully written story has the most compelling characters that I have met in quite some time.  I cried, smiled, and cheered  for each of these unforgettable characters.  I will never forget this fantastic book.
I received an e-copy of this book from the publisher.  All opinions are my own.

Meet the author



Viola Shipman is the pen name for Wade Rouse, a popular, award-winning memoirist. Rouse chose hi
grandmother's name, Viola Shipman, to honor the woman whose heirlooms and family stories inspire
his writing. Rouse is the author of The Summer Cottage, as well as The Charm Bracelet and The Hope Chest which have been translated into more than a dozen languages and become international
bestsellers. 

He lives in Saugatuck, Michigan and Palm Springs, California, and has written for People
Coastal Living, Good Housekeeping, and Taste of Home, along with other publications, and is a
contributor to All Things Considered, Coastal Living, Good Housekeeping, and Taste of Home, along with other publications, and is a contributor to All Things Considered.


Read the excerpt

Iris
LATE SUMMER 1944

We are an army, too.
I stop, lean against my hoe and watch the other women working the earth. We are all dressed in the
same outfits—overalls and sunhats—all in uniforms just like our husbands and sons overseas.
Fighting for the same cause, just in different ways.

A soft summer breeze wafts down Lake Avenue in Grand Haven, Michigan, gently rustling rows of
tomatoes, carrots, lettuce, beets and peas. I analyze my tiny plot of earth at the end of my boots in our
neighborhood’s little Victory Garden, admiring the simple beauty of the red arteries running through the Swiss chard’s bright green leaves and the kale-like leaves sprouting from the bulbs of kohlrabi. I smile with satisfaction at their bounty and my own ingenuity. I had suggested our little Victory Garden utilize these vegetables, since they are easy-to-grow staples.
“Easier to grow without weeds.”
I look up, and Betty Wiggins is standing before me.
If you put a gray wig on Winston Churchill, I think, you’d have Betty Wiggins, the self-appointed
commander of our Victory Garden.
“Just thinking,” I say.
“You can do that at home,” she says with a frown.
I pick up my hoe and dig at a weed. “Yes, Betty.”
She stares at me, before eyeing the front of my overalls. “Nice rose,” Betty says, her frown drooping
even farther. “Do we think we’re Vivien Leigh today?”
“No, ma’am,” I say. “Just wanted to lift my spirits.”
“Lift them at home,” she says, a glower on her face. Her eyes stop on the hyacinth brooch I have pinned
on my overalls and then move ever so slowly to the Bakelite daisy earrings on my earlobes.
I look at Betty, hoping she might understand I need to be enveloped by things that make me feel safe,
happy and warm, but she walks away with a “Hrumph!”
I hear stifled laughter. I look over to see my friend Shirley mimicking Betty’s ample behind and
lumbering gait. The women around her titter.
“Do we think we’re Vivien Leigh today?” Shirley mimics in Betty’s baritone. “She wishes.”
“Stop it,” I say.
“It’s true, Iris,” Shirley continues in a Shakespearian whisper. “The back ends of the horses in Gone with the Wind are prettier than Betty.”

“She’s right,” I say. “I’m not paying enough attention today.”
I suddenly grab the rose I had plucked from my garden this morning and tucked into the front pocket of my overalls, and I toss it into the air. Shirley leaps, stomping a tomato plant in front of her, and grabs the rose midair.
“Stop it,” she says. “Don’t you listen to her.”
She sniffs the rose before tucking the peach-colored petals into my pocket again.
“Nice catch,” I say.
“Remember?” Shirley asks with a wink.

The sunlight glints through leaves and limbs of the thick oaks and pretty sugar maples that line the small plot that once served as our cottage association’s baseball diamond in our beachfront park. I am
standing roughly where third base used to be, the place I first locked eyes with my husband,Jonathan.
He had caught a towering pop fly right in front of the makeshift bleachers and tossed it to me after
making the catch.“Wasn’t the sunlight that blinded me,” he had said with a wink. “It was your beauty.”
I thought he was full of beans, but Shirley gave him my number. I was home from college at Michigan
State for the summer, he was still in high school, and the last thing I needed was a boyfriend, much less one younger than I was. But I can still remember his face in the sunlight, his perfect skin and light fuzz on his cheeks that were the color of a summer peach.
In the light, soft white floaties dance in the air like miniature clouds. I follow their flight. My daughter,
Mary, is holding a handful of dandelions and blowing their seeds into the air.
For one brief moment, my mind is as clear as the sky. There is no war, only summer, and a little girl
playing.
“You know more about plants than anybody here,” Shirley continues, knocking me from my thoughts.
“You should be in charge here, not Betty. You’re the one that had us grow all these strange plants.”
“Flowers,” I say. “Not plants. My specialty is really flowers.”
“Oh, don’t be such a fuddy-duddy, Iris,” Shirley says. “You’re the only woman I know who went to
college. You should be using that flower degree.”
“It’s botany. Actually, plant biology with a specialty in botanical gardens and nurseries,” I say. I stop,
feeling guilty. “I need to be at home,” I say, changing course. “I need to be here.”
Shirley stops hoeing and looks at me, her eyes blazing. She
glances around to ensure the coast is clear and then whispers, “Snap your cap, Iris. I know you think
that’s what you should be saying and doing, but we all know better.” She stares at me for a long time.
“The war will be over soon. These war gardens will go away, too. What are you going to do with the rest
of your life? Use your brain. That’s why God gave it to you.” She grins. “I mean, your own garden looks like a lab experiment.” She stops and laughs. “You’re not only wearing one of your own flowers, you’re even named after one! It’s in your genes.

I smile. Shirley is right. I have been obsessed with flowers for as long as I can remember. My Grandma Myrtle was a gifted gardener as was my mom, Violet. I had wanted to name my own daughter after a flower to keep that legacy, but that seemed downright crazy to most folks. We lived next door to Grandma in cottages with adjoining gardens for years, houses my grandfather and father worked themselves to an early grave to pay off, and now they were all gone, and I rented my grandma’s house to a family whose son was in the coast guard.”

But my garden was now filled with their legacy. Nearly every perennial I possessed originally began in my mom and grandma’s gardens. My grandma taught me to garden on her little piece of heaven in
Highland Park overlooking Lake Michigan. And much of my childhood was spent with my mom and
grandma in their cottage gardens, the daylilies and bee balm towering over my head. When it got too
hot, I would lie on the cool ground in the middle of my grandma’s woodland hydrangeas, my back
pressed against her old black mutt, Midnight, and we’d listen to the bees and hummingbirds buzzing
overhead. My grandma would grab my leg when I was fast asleep and pretend that I was a weed she
was plucking. “That’s why you have to weed,” she’d say with a laugh, tugging on my ankle as I giggled.
“They’ll pop up anywhere.”

My mom and I would walk her gardens, and she’d always say the same thing as she watered and weeded, deadheaded and cut flowers for arrangements. “The world is filled with too much ugliness—death, war, poverty, people just being plain mean to one another. But these flowers remind us there’s beauty all around us, if we just slow down to nurture and appreciate it.”

Grandma Myrtle would take her pruners and point around her gardens. “Just look around, Iris. The daisies remind you to be happy. The hydrangeas inspire us to be colorful. The lilacs urge us to breathe deeply. The pansies reflect our own images back at us. The hollyhocks show us how to stand tall in this world. And the roses—oh, the roses!—they prove that beauty is always present even amongst the thorns.”
The perfumed scent of the rose in my pocket lingers in front of my nose, and I pluck it free and raise it to my eyes.
My beautiful Jonathan rose.
I’d been unable to sleep the past few years or so, and—to keep my mind occupied—I’d been hybridizing roses and daylilies, cross-pollinating different varieties, experimenting to get new colors or lusher foliage. I had read about a peace rose that was to be introduced in America—a rose to celebrate the Nazis leaving France, which was just occurring—and I sought to re-create my own version to celebrate my husband’s return home. It was a beautiful mix of white, pink, yellow and red roses, which had resulted in a perfect peach.
I remember Jon again, as a young man, before war, and I try to refocus my mind on the little patch of Victory Garden before me, willing myself not to cry. My mind wanders yet again to my own.


My home garden is marked by stakes of my experiments, flags denoting what flowers I have mixed with others. And Shirley says my dining room looks like the hosiery aisle at Woolworths. Since the war, no one throws anything away, so I use my old nylons to capture my flowers’ seeds. I tie them around my daylily stalks and after they bloom, I break off the stem, capture and count the seeds, which I plant in my little greenhouse. I track how many grow. If I’m pleased with a result, I continue. If I’m not, I give them away to my neighbors.


I fill my Big Chief tablets like a banker fills his ledger:

1943-Yellow Crosses

Little Bo Beep = June Bug x Beautiful Morning

(12 seeds/5 planted)

Purple Plum = Magnifique x Moon over Zanadu

(8 seeds/4 planted)

I shut my eyes and can see my daylilies and roses in bloom. Shirley once asked me how I had the patience to wait three years to see how many of my lilies actually bloomed. I looked at her and said, “Hope.”

And it’s true: we have no idea how things are going to turn out. All we can do is hope that something beautiful will spring to life at any time.


I open my eyes and look at Shirley. She is right about the war. She is right about my life. But that life seems like a world away, just like my husband.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

Mary races up, holding her handful of dandelions with white tops.

“What do you have?” I ask.

“Just a bunch of weeds.”

I stop, lean against my hoe and look at my daughter. In the summer sunlight, her eyes are the same violet color as Elizabeth Taylor’s in National Velvet.

“Those aren’t weeds,” I say.

“Yes, they are!” Mary says. She puts her hands on her hips. With her father gone, she has become a different person. She is openly defiant and much too independent for a girl of six. “Teacher said so.”

I lean down until I’m in front of her face. “Technically, yes,

but we can’t just label something that easily.” I take a dandelion from her hand. “What color are these when they bloom?”

“Yellow,” she says.

“And what do you do with them?” I ask.


“I make chains out of them, I put them in my hair, I tuck them behind my ears…” she says, her excitement making her sound out of breath.

“Exactly,” I say. “And what do we do with them now, after they’ve bloomed?”

“Make wishes,” she says. Mary holds up her bouquet of dandelions and blows as hard as she can, sending white floaties into the air.

“What did you wish for?” I ask.

“That Daddy would come home today,” she says.

“Good wish,” I say. “Want to help me garden?”

“I don’t want to get my hands dirty!”

“But you were just on the ground playing with your friends,” I say. “Ring-around-the-rosy.”

Mary puts her hands on her hips.

“Mrs. Roosevelt has a Victory Garden,” I say.

She looks at me and stands even taller, hooking her thumbs behind the straps of her overalls, which are just like mine.

“I don’t want to get dirty,” she says again.

“Don’t you want to do it for your father?” I ask. “He’s at war, keeping us safe. This Victory Garden is helping to feed our neighbors.”

Mary leans toward me, her eyes blazing. “War is dumb.” She stops. “Gardens are dumb.” She stops. I know she wants to say something she will regret, but she is considering her options. Then she glares at me and yells, “Fathead!”

Before I can react, Mary takes off, sprinting across the lot, jumping over plants as if she’s a hurdler. “Mary!” I yell. “Come back here!”

“She’s a handful,” Shirley clucks. “Reminds me of someone.”

“Gee, thanks,” I say.

Mary rejoins her friends, jumping back into the circle to play ring-around-the-rosy, turning around to look at me on occasion, her violet eyes already filled with remorse.

Ring-around-the-rosy,

A pocket full of posies,

Ashes! Ashes!

We all fall down.

“I hate that game,” I say to Shirley. “It’s about the plague.”


I return to hoeing, lost in the dirt, moving in sync with my army of gardeners, when I hear, “I’m sorry, Mommy.”

I look up, and Mary is before me, her chin quivering, lashes wet, fat tears vibrating in the rims of her eyes. “I didn’t mean to call you a fathead. I didn’t mean to get into a rhubarb with you.”

Fathead. Rhubarb. Where is she picking up this language already?

From behind her back, she produces another bouquet of dandelions that have gone to seed.

“I accept your apology,” I say. “Thank you.”

“Make a wish,” she says.

I shut my eyes and blow. As I inhale, the scent of my Jonathan rose fills my senses. The rumble of a car engine shatters the silence. A door slams, followed by another, and I open my eyes. The silhouettes of two men appear on the perimeter of the field, as foreboding as the old oaks. I notice the wind suddenly calm and the plants stop rustling at the exact same moment all of the women stop working. A curious hum begins to build as the men walk with a purpose between the rows of plants. The women lean away from the men as they approach, almost as if the wind had regained momentum. Row by row, each woman drops her hoe and shuts her eyes, mouthing a silent prayer.

Please not me. Please not me.

The footsteps grow closer. I shut my eyes.

Please not me. Please not me.

When I open them, our minister is standing before me, a man beside him, both of their faces solemn.

“Iris,” Rev. Doolan says softly.

“Ma’am,” the other man says, holding out a Western Union telegram.

The world begins to spin. Shirley appears at my side, and she wraps her arms around me.

Mrs. Maynard,

The Secretary of War desires me to express his deepest regrets that your husband, First Lieutenant Jonathan Maynard, has been killed…

“No!” Shirley shouts. “Iris! Somebody help!”

The last thing I see before I fall to the ground are a million white puffs of dandelion floating in the air, the wind carrying them toward heaven.

Excerpted from The Heirloom Garden by Viola Shipman, Copyright © 2020 by Viola Shipman. Published by Graydon House Books.