While it never actually mentions heaving bosoms, praise be, there are a few too many "broad shoulders" and "firm holds" to suit my tastes. It is a Christian book as well as a romance, and the combination is just...weird. (If you like either of those genres separately, it may be right up your alley.) What I did like was the historical fiction segment, as told in 150 year old letters, where a young woman starts up a school for children with special needs. She is inspired by her nephew with fragile x syndrome. The scenes at the Escott Manor school are my favorite, and I respected her portrayal of the children as real characters and not literary devices (which can sometimes be the case, there just to show a unique insight or perspective). They had foibles and attachments, the same as any of the characters in the novel, and in some cases were more dimensional.