3.5 stars, rounded up because I looked forward to picking the book up every time I had to put it down
Evan Johnson returns from WW I and a sojourn afterwards in Europe to his family farm in Missouri to make sure there’s still a farm left after his perpetually-drunken, foul-mouthed, slovenly, and downright mean father is gone, hopefully sooner rather than later. Evan’s mother sent him to his grandparents at the age of twelve, but Evan discovers a deep-rooted love for the land upon his return, and finds himself attracted to the oldest daughter of his nearest neighbor within minutes of meeting her.
Julie has taken on the responsibility of caring for her family after her mother passed away five years earlier, and deeply loves them. The siblings squabble and tease and fight, but their father, Jethro, is loving and hard-working and though the family is poor, they are self-sufficient and always have food on the table and a roof over their heads. Their bond is unshakable.
Then a deceitful, conniving woman named Birdie and her unpleasant daughter come to town and she catches a lonely Jethro’s eye.
Garlock captures every single detail of rural life in the Midwest in 1922 faultlessly, although I could have used fewer descriptions of meals—corn bread, corn bread, and more cornbread—and more time on the development of the relationship between Evan and Julie. One or two dates and boom! They were all in. Not unusual for the time and place, based on my own family history, but the author short-changed the romance a little. Also, Evan’s words and thoughts sounded more female than male, thinking of Julie as a jewel, a treasure, precious; it was pretty flowery language for a guy.
Apart from the romance, the author handled the murder mystery very well, the highly improbable serial rapist story decently, but fumbled the resolution of Jacob and Birdie badly. It was set up so beautifully and then, in the wink of an eye and with little fanfare, was magically resolved and quickly dismissed. All that potential, absurdly wasted. I probably should round down for that alone, but the rest of the book held my interest so I’m not going to hold a grudge. Okay, maybe a little grudge.