This short-story, memoir-type, little book held much promise. After beginning Tickle's "The Great Emergence" and eating it up, I was really eager to read some of her other stuff. I am thoroughly on board for the idea of this series, but this fell a little flat for me. Each chapter tells a real tale, ending with a promising couple of lines that tie the tale to the spanning season of Lent to Ascension Day. Many times, these ending lines felt disjointed from the tale; it was as if Tickle took her stories and smashed them together with her reflections on Eastertide.
I liked this book for a couple reasons, however. One, I imagine these on-the-family-farm tales are treasures for Tickle's family, and I like to imagine generations of her kin reading and cherishing this publication of them. Two, Tickle's epilogue chapter of her direct thoughts on the Easter season is gold. Three, Tickle is an impeccable writer and, for this, most of her stuff is worth reading.
I generally don't walk away from this book feeling greatly enriched or sad to leave, but it holds a handful of treasures that make it not-too-bad of a read.