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Joycee
is on page 251 of 416
as Israel said, "There it is." I suspected the relationship, but not who brought it about."
— Aug 13, 2017 03:23PM
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Joycee
is on page 281 of 416
This was who he wanted to be, the man who earned the right to shelter her.
And, at last, her secret is out. I suspected only a little before it was revealed. It breaks my heart.
— Aug 13, 2017 03:25PM
And, at last, her secret is out. I suspected only a little before it was revealed. It breaks my heart.
Joycee
is on page 269 of 416
I guess not. He's not really Sam Easterbrook. Unless he is, and he's not really Jesse Snow.
— Aug 13, 2017 03:25PM
Joycee
is on page 259 of 416
A Shaker tune named "Simple Gifts" ... I know that one. I've sung that one.
— Aug 13, 2017 03:24PM
Joycee
is on page 239 of 416
I don't think Willa came to her marriage bed a virgin. Now I'm just waiting for her to find the right time for her to confirm to Israel that that is the case. And the circumstances behind her deflowering.
— Aug 12, 2017 09:00PM
Joycee
is on page 167 of 416
"For all kinds of reason, Wilhelmina Pancake, I need to be your husband."
Awwwww...
I was brought to tears(the sappy/good kind) earlier when they had their first kiss.
I'm enjoying this book!
— Aug 12, 2017 07:59PM
Awwwww...
I was brought to tears(the sappy/good kind) earlier when they had their first kiss.
I'm enjoying this book!
Joycee
is on page 132 of 416
Oh, Lord, no. Please don't tell me that Annalea was the product of an unwise coupling between Eli Barber and Willa Pancake, and the reason why Willa was sent east for school ... does the timing work?
— Aug 12, 2017 07:25PM
Joycee
is on page 131 of 416
"After asking him to pass the bread plate three times, Happy demanded to know if he was taking a train of thought back to Chicago."
I like that turn of phrase.
— Aug 12, 2017 07:21PM
I like that turn of phrase.
Joycee
is on page 92 of 416
"...he closed his eyes and listened. He heard water trickling over stones and the snuffling of the horses. A breeze soughed through the pines. The branches stirred; needles fell. It astonished him that he could actually hear the needles as they brushed the ground."
I can't imagine it ever being that quiet.
— Aug 12, 2017 06:16PM
I can't imagine it ever being that quiet.

