I couldn't quite give this one star, though it may have deserved it, because it was going ok until I hit a put-down moment, and I just couldn't keep reading. Maybe I'm being hard on it, especially since the moment came pretty early in the book, but sheesh...So, the daughter of a fire and brimestone preacher gets pregnant (by a Catholic -- gasp!) and he tosses her out of the house. She leaves, sends exactly one letter to his mom to try to get in touch with him, goes off to live with her grandparents, and has a baby. Five years later, he returns, having been told by dear daddy that the girl died. He actually goes to the town to finally visit her grave and say his last good-byes before moving on with his life. Instead, he finds her alive, and she throws an absolute fit, refusing to believe him. It didn't work for me even a little bit. There was no reason in the world to think he was a liar. It's not like she bothered to send more than the one letter, and in it, she didn't even mention the kid. And as her self-righteous temper tantrum is the only thing getting in the way of these two having a happily ever after, I'm afraid I'm not even slightly interseted.
