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352 pages, Paperback
Published July 26, 2022
Michael glanced at her as though she were boiling like a cauldron of hot, sticky apple butter rather than bubbling over with joy. Rather than getting scalded, he wisely saved his questions for later.HUH? What does it mean to look at someone like she's a cauldron of apple butter?!
Bishop Jeremiah: I also sense that there's a deeper reason for your unhappiness these days. Care to tell me about it?"Hey, we're concerned about you since you seem depressed." "You guys don't care about my feelings!!" What sort of crack was she on to reach that conclusion? He's literally inviting you to share your feelings!
Drusilla: Maybe it irritates me that you and Nelson and Michael—and even my own daughter—seem to think that my feelings don't matter anyway! So why do you ask?

"Bishop Jeremiah will be on you like a duck on a bug if you keep acting so antisocial. And ungrateful."What the fudge does that mean? A duck on a bug? Don't you mean a duck on an egg? Please, please, PLEASE don't make me conjure the mental image of the bishop sitting on Drusilla... 😭
"You can keep her—and your new buggy—at our place!" Jo blurted out. "It's one thing for Mamm to say that you fellows can't stay in our dawdi haus anymore, but I see no reason for your horses to be stuck in that tiny patch of grass at the motel! Those English owners weren't figuring on Plain folks parking there, after all."It took me a solid ten minutes to type up these few paragraphs because this book's writing puts me to sleep. I can't exactly put my finger on why it's so hard to read. It just... is. Maybe it's because it has no flow. It starts and stops constantly and can't get a good flow going.
"Are you sure?" Michael handed Starla's lead rope to Jo so that he could push his courting buggy backward to hitch it up. "I wouldn't want your mamm to think that we were overstepping her authority—"
"Starla—and your dat's horse—can stay with us on my authority," Jo interrupted. "If Mamm makes a fuss, I'll take the blame. No arguing with me now, when you've bought a special buggy for us to go riding in. This is quite a surprise, Michael!" she added as she admired the way that his black buggy and charcoal-colored mare looked together. Wasn't it just like Michael to get all the details right?
He took her hand to help her up the black metal steps onto his new rig. "I'm glad that you see it that way, Josie-girl. I don't intend to upset your mother, but I don't plan on tiptoeing around her bad moods, either. We have a whole new life ahead of us—together. Shall we get on with it?"
Molly wore a grave expression as well. "When the cat's away, the mice will play. Let's hope that they play nice."Huh?? This was before the deacon's announcement, so how in the world does Molly know about this? And who in the world has ever used that phrase before?
"It's the husband's job to bring home the bacon and the wife's job to stay home and cook it."That's the only thing in this entire book that got a genuine laugh out of me. I'm stealing this quote.
The passage about wives submitting to their husbands was a common Scripture for wedding ceremonies, so the congregation had heard it dozens of times. More troublesome than Paul's words was the way that Deacon Saul's lips curved tightly as he flipped backward to his next selection.So Jo hears a part of the Bible that she doesn't like and finds it to be troublesome. Cool, cool.
Deacon Saul's eyebrows rose. "Why do you think that you have a say in this, Nelson?" he asked in a coiled voice. "You're not a member of this congregation, after all."Nice deflection!
"Exactly. And Verna didn't make a lot of fuss because if a tiny bunch of cells detaches rather than growing into a child, it means that something wasn't right with it anyway. And our lives go on. We hope for the next time."What a disgusting claim to make by a supposed Christian that unborn children who are miscarried are a "tiny bunch of cells" that "detach rather than grow into a child." It's unbiblical to think of the unborn as anything other than humans made in the image of God.
He seemed as surprised as she was that he'd broached the subject and spoken his truth without any preamble or fanfare.😒 There is no "his truth." There is the truth, and that's it. If "my" truth is different from "your" truth, then it is subjective, and truth is objective. Speaking your mind, which is what the author probably meant by this phrase, is not necessarily the same as speaking the truth.
