Just so you don't think all my reading is religious or serious, this review is of a nice fluffy romance novel, Morning Comes Softly. A rancher in Montana inherits his nephews and niece when his brother and sister-in-law are killed in a car accident. He finds it impossible to take care of them and impossible to hire help--the agency told him he was looking for a wife, not a housekeeper. Therefore, he placed a personal ad for a wife to take care of the house and kids. His ad is answered by an old-maid librarian from Louisiana. She moves to Montana, marries him and then, of course, they fall in love.
One thing I found interesting is what she told her best friend. She said "They need me". I know the book is fiction, and it is set in pretty much the modern day, but I wonder if a lot of us wouldn't be happier if we concentrated on meeting the needs of others, rather than worrying about what we can get. My dad is into geneology. During his research he found out about this guy who lived around the turn of the century. He was a widower with small kids. One day he went to this strange woman's house. Before he knocked on the door, he looked in the window. What he saw must have been ok, because he knocked on the door and when she open, he introduced himself as a friend of a friend and then proposed. Though she hadn't been a widow very long, she accepted. The fact of the matter was they needed each other. He couldn't take care of the farm and watch the kids and fix the meals, and she couldn't watch the kids and make the meals, and work in the fields at the same time. They managed to have several more kids, so they must not have found each other too rupulsive.
Anyway, the book is on my Bookmooch list and is a good fluffy read. However if sex scenes offend you, don't get it, there are a couple, but they happen after marriage.
I mooched this book because I had read some later Debbie Macomber books and they were CLEAN. I was somewhat surprised to find the few sex scenes in the book but as you said they were after marriage. And it made for light reading while on vacation
ReplyDeleteMy husband's mother was one of thirteen - the only child of the marriage of a woman with 12 children who married the brusk railroad stationed manager when her husband died. I don't think that she had known him long. He put the entire bunch in the railroad station and proceded to grow almost everything they needed to eat.
ReplyDeleteMy dh describes him as a gruff man- who would tear a piece of your hair out if you were bad- but gave the best hugs.
Can you imagine taking on 12 kids during the depression? They grew to love each other. He out lived her and pined for her when she was gone to the Lord.