Essie is a busy mom of two children and a hard worker, trying to juggle many things when she finds she is expecting their third child, her husband is going through some kind of mid-life crisis, her mother does not understand her and her errant father-in-law reappears on the scene. Add to this, her struggle to support her husband, gets her a giant Hummer to drive with the toddlers, tantrums and pregnancy changes…..
This book was a story that was different to try to follow. You get to see Essie’s life view and her father-in-law’s, who has really messed up in his lifetime, but is trying to make it right. He would love to be involved with his son’s life now and his grandchildren. He lives on a boat and is a little odd though. You feel for Essie as she does not want to hurt her husband, but a Hummer for a family car?? She struggles with it, but decides that she loves her husband and letting him do this, well, it will be okay, it will not kill her and that impressed me most about this book as I thought it was the perfect example of great submission in a marriage.
The story was a bit hard for me to follow, actually. I really enjoyed pieces of it, but others I felt like I needed to go back and re-read in order to figure it out. In fact, I thought I had finished it and then realized I never had and finished the story later. It had a wonderful redemptive story between the father and son and forgiveness, doing what is right when you have really messed up though. – Martha
It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!
You never know when I might play a wild card on you!
and the book:
Kregel Publications (April 1, 2009)
***Special thanks to Marjorie Presten for sending me a review copy.***
Marjorie Presten is a native Georgian who has her own fair share of experience juggling career and motherhood. She lives outside of Atlanta with her husband, Tom, and their three children.
Listen to a radio interview about the book HERE.
List Price: $13.99
Paperback: 320 pages
Publisher: Kregel Publications (April 1, 2009)
AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:
In a thirty-second phone call, Hamilton Wells would make a decision that would earn him more money than he could spend in his lifetime. Everything was on the line, but he was not nervous, euphoric, or eager with anticipation. In Hamiltons mind, the matter was not speculative, debatable, or anything less than a sure thing. Hamilton had the gift, and it had never let him down. Yet even before he made the call, he knew money wouldnt cure the unrelenting pain of his grief. He sat at his desk with only a single orange bankers lamp for illumination and cried silently.
Her death had been inevitable, but feelings of helplessness still overwhelmed him. His young sons dependency on him only multiplied his grief and anger. Six-year-old Jack Wells had insisted his father do something to help Mama, but the only thing Hamilton could do was sit at her bedside and try not to cry. Now it was six weeks after her death, and Hamilton knew his son needed him to be strong, to return life to normal. A neighbor had enrolled Jack in the local church baseball league. They played a game every Wednesday afternoon. It will be good for him, theyd said. Life has to go on.
Hamilton cradled his head in his hands and groaned. The enormity of the risk he was about to take didnt concern him. It was purely mechanical. He would surrender all he owned for just one more blissful afternoon at the lake he and his wife both loved, but now that was impossible. His wife was dead. Nothing he could do would change that.
He remembered the book of Job. Would a loving and caring God do this to the love of my life? Well, he did, Hamilton thought bitterly. Earline had lingered for months. The doctors said it was miraculous that she had endured as long as she had. Be grateful for these last days to say goodbye, theyd said. But for Hamilton, the prolonged end only added anger to his bottomless sorrow. Standing alongside his son as a helpless witness to her slow deterioration and suffering in the final weeks was more than he could bear. It was the worst time of Hamiltons life. Nothing really mattered anymore, and it seemed he had nothing left to lose.
Under different circumstances, he might have played it safe and put the proceeds away for his sons education, bought a new house, or perhaps invested in a bit of lake property. He could have become like the rest of the players and worn monograms on his starched cuffs so everyone could remember whose hand they were shaking. Instead, he had gone it alone. His brokerage business had few clients. He was the only big player left. Now he planned to risk everything on something happening on the other side of the world.
Ham couldnt remember exactly when he had recognized his innate ability to pick the winner out of a crowd. It had always been there, ever since he was conscious of being alive. The talent had blossomed in the military when the card games occasionally got serious. Now, with every dollar he had to his name, Hamilton approached wheat futures with that same instinct. The Russian harvest had been a disaster, and the United States was coming to the rescue. The price of wheat was going to go through the roof, and then through the floor. He was going to make a fortune on both ends.
He picked up the phone and dialed a number on the Chicago Mercantile exchange. He listened for a few moments as the connection was made. Young Jack tugged at his fathers shirtsleeve. Pop? Can we go now? Jack held a baseball in his hand and a glove under his arm. Hamilton swiveled his chair, turning his back to his son.
A familiar voice announced his name. How can I help you?
Its Ham, he said. Short the entire position.
What? Everything? the voice asked.
Everything. No emotion colored his voice.
Young Jack crept gingerly around the chair to face his father. Pop, he whispered, come on, the game is about to start. Hamilton shook his head and looked away.
The voice on the phone was still talking. Most folks are still enjoying the ride, Ham. You could get hurt.
Its not going a penny higher. Short it all.
Dont say I didnt warn you.
Warn me? My wife is dead. What else matters?
The voice mumbled something about her passing.
She didnt pass. Shes dead. Just do what I ask.
OK, Ham. The phone disconnected.
Jack was standing there in front of him, shoulders slumped. The ball hung loose at the end of his fingers, and the glove had fallen on the carpet. Pop, can we go now?
Sorry, Son. Not today.
Its not fair! Jack erupted. Hot tears sprang up in his eyes. What am I supposed to do now?
Ham looked down, silent.
Jack hurled the ball to the floor, wiped his tears angrily, and stormed out of the house.
Ten minutes later on the futures board, wheat ticked down.
It ticked down again.
And so it would continue. Ham would be richer than hed ever imagined. Hed never experience another financial challenge for the rest of his life. It was not really important, though. Scripture came back to him: what good is it for a man to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul?
He would trade it all to have his love, his life, back again.
But that was not an option.
Out his window, Ham could see young Jack riding his bicycle furiously down the street. He watched with a passive surrender as his sons small frame shrank into the distance.