3.5 - 4 Stars
I found a lovely old copy of this story in a thrift shop, and am so thankful now that I purchased it. Taken by the Hand is my first novel by O. Douglas, and it won't be the last. Douglas' writing reminded me of a more sentimental version of D.E. Stevenson: Stevenson is another favourite vintage era author of mine I turn to for comfort, gentle reading.
To the book....
The Beatrice we meet in the first few chapters reminds me, a little, of L.M. Montgomery's Valency from the Blue Castle, though Douglas' young woman has faith in God undergirding her initial lack of courage and dreepiness. I was pleased that Douglas crafted friends for Beatrice early on in the story: Jane Naesmyth, a single, working woman, and her co-worker, Cicely Sellars, are exactly the sort of friends Beatrice needed to help her develop some confidence; and, Cicely takes Beatrice home to the town she is from, Oxlip, where, hopefully Beatrice will blossom amongst ‘her’ people. The sense of place in this book is en pointe.
The story takes us through a few seasonal changes starting in autumn with the death of the central characters mother, the author has us watching on through winters dreariness – on all fronts in Beatrice’s life - and then Douglas gifts us with a satisfying spring time ending where courage recently gained blossoms and new beginnings are birthed.
Some of the nature writing is lovely, and I adore the character of Mrs. Sellars, she is wrought gold through n through.
A few bookish quotes:
“As Christopher had told Beatrice, Oxlip was at its best in springtime. She had thought it was perfect in drearnighted December, but now, with the greening trees, the woods starring with primroses and anemones, celandines brightening with their yellow gloss shadowy corners, and above all, the daffodils standing valiantly in great clumps, armies of then, now it was of an enchanting loveliness.” pg307
“Beatrice smiled at her schoolmaster as she said, ‘It hardly seems right to be so happy in these anxious times, when so many people are miserably anxious.’
‘Be happy,’ said Mrs. Sellars, ‘and be humble and grateful. Happiness helps every one who comes in contact with it, it keeps alive faith and hope: that is why a happy book is such a gift to the world.’” pg308
“Yes, I'll go, " Mrs. Sellars said, nodding her head in a determined manner. "I'm learning in my old age the wisdom of gathering rosebuds while we may.” pg 316
** Read for Spinster September 2024.