2.5 stars
This wasn't a terrible book. I liked the main character, Rose, and many of the minor characters (Fiona, Meg, Amalie, Uli, and Tom were all favorites; Jan was all right), and the Christian content was pretty awesome. But there were just too many problems for me to give it a higher rating.
First, when I began the book, I truly felt that we were in England. The description of the countryside, the way the character acted and talked, the opinions and thoughts of the main character and her family, the church, the society ... I just felt that we were in England, not America. And I suppose that's my fault for making that assumption, but it was so very English ... not New English. There's a difference. ;)
Second, at first the main character was distraught by the loss of her family ... but she very quickly recovered. I mean, I know she decided to give her life to God and all, but that doesn't mean the grief just disappears after you lose your husband and three children. She never even thinks about it after that. I mean, she does once, but that's all. It's like they simply ceased to exist to her with their death. This didn't feel realistic to what a loving wife/mother would truly feel. Just because God comforts you, just because you shouldn't give in to depression, doesn't mean you should stop grieving and remembering.
Third, though the era for this novel is never given, I assume that it's late 1800s as the Civil War took place far enough away that Charleston is a beach resort. And yet ... it's odd that a woman would do anything by herself? Feminism was starting to take a hold by this time, believe me. It wouldn't be completely unheard of for a woman to do things like go on a trip by train by herself.
Fourth, a woman who wants everything to be 'proper' wouldn't go on a buggy ride with a stranger, especially a strange man interested in courting her who she instantly dislikes. Even if she really wanted to see the town. In fact, she probably would have been completely appalled at the idea.
Fifth, not a fan of all the punctuation errors. Just a little thing, but it was pretty distracting.
Sixth, after about 80%, the story drooped and didn't really have much of a plot. Everything was resolved, but it kept going. I was kept hoping there'd be one last complication, but there wasn't anything.
Seventh, my personal pet peeve: O.K. Dear historical fiction authors. Okay/O.K./OK was not a commonly used word/phrase/whatever you want to call it, especially by 'proper' ladies, in the late 1800s. STOP.