It seems to be the great beginning of a wonderful series. I have always found the Amish way of life intriguing and enjoyed this book, very much. last night so that I could go get the second book in the series. I was upset that my library was not open at 10:30 p.m. I knew someone was obviously going to be shunned but Beverly Lewis twisted it in a way that I was not sure who it would be until the very last chapter. This book was very well written, and kept me up late several nights.

Once she learns what the secret is many of her feelings and questions about her faith become more clear. Her mother and father are keeping a secret from her. Katie is strong willed and reluctantly agrees to marry the widowed bishop of their community who has young children at home needing a mother.Īfter discovering a satin baby gown hidden away in her mother's cedar chest many questions come to head from Katie. In Hickory Hollow, Pennsylvania Katie Lapp is a 22 year old amish woman who is unmarried and feels like she does not belong in her community since the death of her first love Daniel. Is my sarcasm too subtle, or are you getting that I thought this book was a wee bit predictable? It might not have been so bad, but along with the predictability comes women embracing their role as second class citizens, mothers willing to turn their backs (literally- we are in Amish country) on their children in the name of their religion for a crime of (gasp!) humming a tune whilst not in church, and emotionally disconnected fathers who would rather see their bishop in a warm shared bed than see a daughter happy! UGH!Īt the risk of excommunication, I will state that there is the slightest possibility of the book in and about itself not being the sole reason for a less than stellar taste being left in my mouth. How will I ever unravel the mysteries of my life? My one true love died while away from home and a body was never recovered. For some reason she does not summon the community midwife. My mother had 2 miscarriages before I came along. I seem to have a streak of creativity and music within me that the rest of my family does not.

I do not share one physical trait with the rest of my family now or in generations past.

Beverly lewis the shunning book