My Review: When Julia finds herself heading west to oversee an orphan train and finds herself stuck in a tiny town in Western MT, she is confused about what she should do. Her slightly odd employer seems to have signed her up for a marriage as a mail order bride without her permission and without knowing the bridegroom was less than desirable! No money and no place to stay, Julia casts herself upon the mercy of the good people of the town for shelter and food. In exchange she work teaching the children of the town! Meanwhile, the minister of the town is stuck trying to deal with matchmakers, accidental murder, and family issues and is surprised to find himself attracted to the newcomer.
I have read a few of these Love Finds you series and every single one of them has been really good! I actually went out to buy some of them because I have enjoyed them so much. This book was no exception. It is funny, one mishap after another in some ways, but also puts some great history about that part of MT in there. I have to say I did feel a bit irritated by the character of Mrs. Hamlin….she just seemed to be too absent minded and mistake prone to actually organize a successful orphan train, but maybe it was her new husband? Overall this was a great book, this humorous romance will keep you entertained and leave you happy in the end!
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and the book:
Summerside Press (December 1, 2009)
***Special thanks to Amy Lathrop of LitFUSE Publicity Group for sending me a review copy.***
Tricia Goyer was named Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference “Writer of the Year” in 2003. Her book Night Song won Book of the Year from ACFW in the Long Historical Fiction category. Her book Life Interrupted: The Scoop On Being a Young Mom was a Gold Medallion Finalist. Tricia has written hundreds of articles, Bible Study notes, and both fiction and non-fiction books.
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Ocieanna Fleissis a published writer and has edited six of Tricia Goyer’s historical novels. She lives with her husband and their four children in the Seattle area. Connect with Ocieanna on Facebook!
List Price: $12.99
Paperback: 320 pages
Publisher: Summerside Press (December 1, 2009)
AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:
Hes gonna ask her to marry him, dont you think, Miss Cavanaugh?
Oh, Shelby. Julia wiped the sleep from her eyes and smiled into the freckled face staring eagerly at her. Give me a moment to wake before you go asking such things. Julia stroked the girls cheek, her heart seeming to double within her chest with love for the youngster.
The embroidery sampler shed fallen asleep working on still lay at the end of her bed. She picked it up and eyed the image of a small house shed copied from Godeys Ladys Book. Above the house, shed stitched the words Home Sweet Home in fancy script. Gazing around the broad room lined with small metal cots and bustling with little-girl chatter, Julia noted the embroidered pillowslips, carefully pressedalbeit dingycurtains, and dandelions smiling from scavenged jam-jar vases. Shed done her best to make the room pleasant for the girlsand herself. She glanced at their faces and smiled, gladly embracing her role as caretaker.
A less-than-subtle ahem from Shelby reminded Julia shed been asked a question. She glanced at her young charge, still perched on the end of her bed. What did you ask?
Finally. Shelby eyed her with mock frustration. I said, do you think they will get marriedMrs. Hamlin and Mr. Gaffin? Havent you noticed the way they look at each other? Shelbys cheeks hinted of red. Her golden hair was already fixed in a proper bun, her hands and face washed, and her simple dress clean and pressed despite its patches and stray threads.
Shelby Bruce. Julia shook her head, as Shelbys two-year-old sister Beatrice wiggled onto Julias lap with a squeal. Julia planted a firm kiss on the top of Beas head.
Married? I dont think so, Julia continued. Mrs. Hamlin wouldve told ustold meif she was being courted. Mr. Gaffins just an old family friend. Julia wondered where on earth the girl got the notion that their headmistress wished to marry.
Although they have been spending a lot of time together. Julia pushed the thought out of her mind as little Bea shuffled to a stand, planting her pint-sized feet on Julias thighs. Fammy fend! She pointed a chubby finger at her older sister, Shelby.
All right, Bea. Julia plopped the toddler on the floor and swiveled her toward the small bed she shared with Shelby. Time to straighten your bed. Then Julia eyed the twins. Charity, Grace, would you two virtuous girls fetch fresh water for the basin?
Shelby pushed away from the bed, wrinkled her brow, and thrust her hand behind her as if to support her backa perfect imitation of their middle-aged headmistress. Now where did I put my spectacles? Shelby clucked her tongue as she waddled forward.
Laughter spilled from the lips of the girls around the room. Encouraged, Shelby scratched her head. She plopped down on her bed then hopped up again as if surprised, pulling imaginary spectacles from under her rump. Oh! she squealed. There they are.
The laughter grew louder, and Julia pursed her lips together to smother the impulse to laugh along with them. She planted her fists on her hips. Thats enough. All of you know what must be done before breakfast. The girls laughter quieted to soft giggles hidden behind cupped palms as they scattered to do their chores.
Shelby lingered behind, her form now straight and her eyes pensive. Maybe she forgot to tell you, Miss Cavanaugh. The young girl gazed up at her. The way they look at each otherits like my ma and pa used to, thats all.
Julia folded a stray sandy blond curl behind the girls ear. Dont worry, my sweet. If Mrs. Hamlin was getting married, wed be the first to know.
Julia hoped her own gaze didnt reflect the sinking disquiet that draped her. Mr. Gaffin was a rich world traveler. If there was any truth to Shelbys suspicion, Julia couldnt imagine hed let Mrs. Hamlin continue to work with orphans. Perhaps theyd get a new headmistress.
Or maybe the girls would be separated, moved to new homes
If Mrs. Hamlin got married, all their lives would be radically changed. And if Julia had to leave the orphanage, she had no idea what she would do. Julia swept that painful thought away and steadied her gaze at Shelby. She couldnt hide her true feelings from this girl. Julia took Shelbys hand and answered as honestly as she could.
I dont think shell get married, but if she does, God will take care of us, like He always has. Julia lifted her chin in a smile. And really, Mrs. Hamlin may be forgetful, but no one could forget that. I sure wouldnt.
Ardy, a shy Swedish girl, removed her dirty sheets from a small bed and then approached, taking Julias hand. Dont ya think youll ever be gettin married?
Actually, there is something Ive been wanting to tell you all . Julia leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees.
The two girls eyed each other in surprise, and Shelbys brow furrowed.
Come closer. Julia curled a finger, bidding them.
What is it? Shelby asked, her eyes glued to Julia.
The girls leaned in. Id like to tell you that theres a wonderful man whos asked me to marry him!
The squeals of two girls erupted, followed by the cheers of nearly three dozen others whod been quietly listening from the stairwell.
There is? Shelby reached forward and squeezed Julias hand.
Julia let out a hefty sigh and giggled. No, you sillies. Well, at least not yet. Someday. Maybe.
Shelby pouted But you said
I said Id like to tell you I had a man. Id sure like to, but of course since I dont, Im happy to stay here with all of you.
The girls moaned.
The squeak of the front door down on the first floor of the Revolutionary Warera home-turned-orphanage drew their attention. They waited as Mrs. Hamlins familiar chortle filled the air, along with a bash and clang of itemshopefully food and supplies that shed picked up.
Julia! Mrs. Hamlin yelped. Julia, dear, where are you?
Coming. Julia hurried down the stairs to help the older woman.
Julia neared the bottom of the steps and paused, trying to stifle a laugh at the sight of the twinkly-eyed woman sprawled flat on her back. Scattered boxes and bags covered the donated rug.
Mrs. Hamlin! What on earth? Why didnt you get a steward to help you?
Oh, I didnt want to be a bother. She cheerfully picked herself up. I was in such a hurry to show you all what Id bought. And to tell you my surprise. Such a wonderful surprise. Julia eyed the boxes and noted they were from R.H. Macy & Co. More than a dozen boxes waited to be opened, and she couldnt imagine the cost.
I found just what the girls need, and on sale! the headmistress exclaimed.
What they need is more foodvitamin drops, tooand maybe a few new schoolbooks. But Julia didnt dare say it. And somehow Gods hand of providence always provided.
New clothes, I gather. That is a surprise.
But only half of it, dear. Mrs. Hamlin rubbed her palms expectantly. I also must tell you my news. The best news an old widow could hope for.
Julia followed Mrs. Hamlins gaze toward the idle youngsters whod gathered on the staircase to watch. Her eyes locked with Shelbys, then she quickly looked away. News? The muscles in Julias stomach tightened.
Girls, Julia shooed them away with a wave of her hand, you know better than to eavesdrop. Off to chores with you. Well have breakfast soon.
The girls started to scurry off, but Mrs. Hamlin halted them with her words.
No, no, her high-pitched voice hailed. Come back. This news is for all of you. They circled around her, and she tenderly patted their bobbing heads.
What is it? Julia wasnt sure shed ever seen Mrs. Hamlins cheeks so rosy or her eyes so bright.
Im getting married!