This book started well and degenerated from there. There are three sisters (Louisa, Josey, and Annie), a widowed sister-in-law, and her thirteen-year-old son (Margaret and Lawrence). Annie wants to accept a mail-order bride proposal, requiring her to travel to Oregon (from Virginia). She was engaged to a man who died six years earlier, and she needs a new start.
Louisa, wh and loves her sisters, has cared for the family since their parents died. Although Louisa has a thriving seamstress business, she realizes that Annie needs a fresh beginning and she immediately starts planning for the trip to Oregon. The problem is that a little bit of Louisa goes a long way; before long, I couldn't bear to hear what she had to say next.
There are several improbabilities. First, wagon trains never took unmarried women across the continent. Period. A thirteen-year-old boy would be no help where it would count (repairing a broken wheel, shooting against Indians, taking a night shift to watch for Indians, etc.).
Although Louisa KNEW herself to be saved (by God), I couldn't believe her lack of compassion when tragedy befell others. Annie was Louisa's doormat; if Louisa hadn't started getting things to go, Annie would still be sitting in Virginia, thinking over things. Other than the constant sector of death on the trail, this book was dull. All the strife was between know-it-all Louisa and her downtrodden sisters. Annie was going from one person caring for her (Louisa) to another (her intended husband, Isaac in Oregon).
The goal of this book is to show how Annie comes into her own (giving up her doormat status), and Louise learns to let others do some living on their own. Thus, this is a study of character. Each sister (and nephew) starts at one level in Virginia, waiting for Louisa to do their thinking. However, each sister becomes more of her own person over several months on the trail.
Nothing was wrong with this story; I wasn't in the mood for a character study.