I really wanted to like this book. Truly. The cover was beautiful and it is post civil war. I liked the characters, and the story was good. However, oddly, there really was not very much of it. Not much happens in these 300 pages. This story could have really benefited from a ruthless strik...
It has been a long time since I found a fiction book I could read clear through without having to skip to the back due to boredom. This was one of those which kept me reading. I liked it. It was a good read, well written, with many quotable quotes. "Carrie changed too. Slowly but surely, Go...
This is the third and final book in this series. I didn’t have access to the second book in the series, but I am going to be looking for it! Sophie is all grown up from the child she was in the first book, and she is going back to her roots. She faced a lot of prejudice in the town before, so she...
Before the civil war Fairhaven had been a working plantation with more than six hundred slaves producing a strain of rice known as Carolina Gold.Now the war is over and Charlotte comes back, her father having passed away and tries to rebuild. There is a question about the title to the property. a...
Lee and Mrs. Gray: A Novel 29 | MARY Mrs. Pinckney lived in a plain-looking house in Georgetown, its unremarkable façade offering no clue to the opulence within. I handed my calling card to the servant who opened the door and stood in the entry hall in my mourning clothes, admiring the tall gilt-...
“That stew was good.” Amelia chewed and swallowed the last of her biscuit. “Nobody makes a better stew than Mrs. Catchpole. Don’t you agree, India?” “I do. It’s particularly comforting on a chilly evening.” Throughout the mea...
A wiry man with springy red hair and penetrating brown eyes opened it and peered out. “Yes?”“Mr. Dumbarton?” Luke removed his hat. “We’re staying at the inn, and—” “Come in, son. We are almost ready to eat.”“We’re sorry to interrupt.”“Don’t be. We’re glad for the company and blessed to share.” He...
SUTTON KNOCKED THE BOTTLE FROM CELIA’S HAND and stepped in front of Ivy, the barrel of the gun pressing against his chest. “Go ahead. My life for hers.” They stood there in tableau for what seemed hours until Ivy slowly lowered the weapon. Tears ran down her cheeks. “That’s what I thought.” Sutto...