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272 pages, Paperback
First published September 27, 2016
Amelia Kinsinger is the perfect Amish woman—at least according to her neighbors. And while Amelia takes pride in her role as homemaker, she’s also harboring a secret: She’s been in love with bad boy Simon Hochstetler for as long as she can remember. Too bad he’s about as far from “perfect” as an Amish man could get… but that’s exactly why she’s so drawn to him.From the start I was pulled in, cheering for Amy and Simon to find their way to each other, even though it wasn’t going to be an easy journey. Any Christian knows that it’s not for us to decide who is worthy of forgiveness, so I was appalled at Lukas and Rebecca’s interference and heartbroken by their judgment of Simon. To be honest, I shed a few tears reading about Simon's past and how that past is affecting his and Amelia's future because of ‘well meaning’ Christians. But they held fast to their love, listening to their hearts and making their happily ever after a well deserved thing of beauty!
Life hasn’t been kind to Simon. He ran away from an abusive home at fifteen and things went downhill from there. Eventually, Simon landed in prison. But the experience changed him. Now back in Charm as a grown man, he’s determined to make a new life for himself and not think too much about his wild past…unless it pertains to Amelia.
He’s loved Amelia for years. To him, she represents everything good and kind in the world. When he realizes that she returns his affections, he starts calling on her in secret, even though her older brother Lukas—who just happens to be Simon’s best friend—has made it perfectly clear that Amelia deserves better. Simon disagrees and believes he’s the only one who can truly make her happy.
But when Amelia gets hurt, it sets off a chain of events that forces them to consider their future together—and face their past mistakes. There’s a chance for love… but only if Simon dares to trust Amelia with the secrets of his past.
Tired of going round and round, Simon got to the heart of the matter. “You know that I would never hurt her. You know my intentions are honorable. Honestly, Lukas, what is the problem?”I wanted to throw Lukas off a cliff in this scene. How can he say such horrible things to his alleged best friend? If Simon doesn't want to talk about his painful experiences, then that's his right, and Lukas should leave it be. His brother Levi is also extremely aggravating. Come to think of it, the entire Kinsinger family is annoying. I strongly dislike each and every one of them.
“The problem is that Amelia doesn’t know everything about you. She doesn’t know what you did.”
Unease made his teeth clench. “What I did?”
“During your rumspringa, Simon.” Lukas closed his eyes, then pulled off his hat, slapped it on the picnic table, and ran a hand through his hair. “You’re my best friend. I know you’re a good man. One of the best.”
Simon shifted uneasily. “But?”
“But you are not the right person for my sweet and innocent sister.”
“I was baptized. I joined the church. Everything that you’re referring to is behind me now. You know that.”
“How can it ever be? You have marks to prove what you did. Those can never be erased.”
“Those marks are tattoos, Lukas. Simple tattoos. Not marks of the devil.”
“She will be shocked when she sees them.”
“I think Amelia will be surprised, not shocked. And even if she is, she’ll get used to them.”
Lukas slapped his hat back on his head. “We both know I’m not talking just about a couple of tattoos.” He stared at him meaningfully.
Which, of course, drove Simon crazy. “Why don’t you just say it?” he taunted.
“You got those tattoos in prison. In prison, Simon.”
Even after all this time, the reminder hurt as badly as his father’s cane used to. “Not all of them. Only the first.”
Lukas ground his teeth. “Are you truly going to brush off your time in prison, too?”
“I can visit with his parents.” He shrugged. “I have friends in the English community. I could ask a pastor to pay him a call.”This is how the bishop justifies doing absolutely nothing to prevent child abuse in his district: "We knew what was going on, but no one wanted to interfere. Things were different then."
“Like people visited with me and my parents?” Though she heard the tension and strain—and yes, hurt—in her voice, she continued. “Why did no one ever do anything to help us? Jeremy, Simon, and I were always hungry and bruised. We went to school that way.” Remembering how ashamed she’d felt, she blurted, “We even went to church that way.”
Bishop Atle looked back down at his clasped hands. “No one wanted to interfere.”
“Even after Jeremy left? Even after I left? You had to have known there was a reason for us leaving.”
He nodded slowly. “We knew. But times were different then.”
“Not that different. Jeremy and I left and Simon had to bear the brunt of it all.” Though it was her fault he’d been alone, she couldn’t help but stare at the bishop. “Why didn’t anyone reach out to Simon?”
“You know it weren’t that easy.” [This "it weren't" is lifted straight from the text. Grammar is hard, but it isn't THAT hard!]
“Why not? Was it really because people respected my parents or treasured our rules and traditions more than the well-being of three children?” She lowered her voice, letting the bitterness shine through. “Or was it easier to pretend it wasn’t happening?”
“I canna answer that.”
