Friday, March 3, 2017

Written In Love


"What's got you so out of sorts"? "Nix" " I don't believe you, " she said. I don't care. "Really I'm fine. Everything's fine. Other than this weather." "Yeah, it's a mess out there." She looked toward the window, then back at him. "That's not what's got you bent out of shape, though." She was relentless as her mother. "I'm just....deep in thought." "About what?" "Karen, it's none of your business."

After her bishop tells her that being a single mom is a sin and demands she marry within the community, Phoebe decides that she and her son must leave home.

Phoebe knew that she could never marry someone unless it was for love. She quickly decides to leave her community and move in with her Aunt, who doesn't seem to be welcoming as Phoebe had thought. She soon realizes that living with her Aunt is not going to be the escape  she needs, but insists on making it work. When an incorrectly addressed letter shows up, Phoebe has no idea just how much this will change her life.


Where do I begin reading,  I loved the way Kathleen Fuller open with this book. A very unique way for you to get to know who the characters were right from the beginning and and love them. Sit back and grab your favorite snack and beverage and get ready to be touched and have your heart skip a beat or two by this story.  I promise you will not be disappointed with this story of love, faith and sacrifice.

I received a copy of this book from NetGalley for my review which I have given above.

The answer to all writing, to any career for that matter, is love. Ray Bradbury
Fun Facts:
1. I started writing January 1, 2000. New year, new millennium, new career.
2. I’m a former special education teacher, specializing in teaching the blind and visually impaired.
3. I was born in New Orleans, LA, raised in Little Rock, AR, was an Ohio transplant for twenty-two years, and am now back in Arkansas empty nesting it with my husband, James.
4. James and I have three awesome kids. Yes, they really are awesome.
5. I love chocolate. ‘Nuff said.

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