It is a very rare occasion that I start with the first book in a series because I like to get hooked by well-developed characters, history, and writing style. It is an even rarer occasion when I wish I had started with the first book. This is one of those books that makes me wish I'd read it before the rest in the series. The other books were nice, but there was just something really special about this one. After nurse Rose Franklin's marriage and basically life dissolve, she runs away to try to find herself. An unexpected stop at a campground in West Memphis, Arkansas, leads to her investigation into the apparent suicide of a man who shares a family name with her. She also beoomes acquainted with the campground staff as well as a family who has a seriously-ill child. Along the way, she finds new friends, new love, a sense of belonging, serenity, and surprisingly herself. This was a quietly, beautifully written story. I loved that it takes place in my beloved home state (although West Memphis is not one of my most favorite areas). I was moved by this subtly faith-based-kinda book, and even found myself crying (mostly happy tears) on several occasions. There was one gripping paragraph about survivors of suicide that I will forever remember. I was surprised that I had missed key aspects about two of the characters both in the previous books and this one until a certain conversation brought it to my attention. It didn't change anything really, but it sure explained some stuff to me. If GR did half-stars, this one might even get a 4 1/2 from me.