I absolutely LOVE this book. I started reading it one day after my mom finished it for the bazillionth time, and I got hooked. I’ve probably read it a half dozen times or so, and it never gets old. And don’t let the cover throw you. It may be historical fiction, but it’s not a romantic anything. In the year 1912, nineteen-year-old Christy Huddleston leaves home to teach school in the Smoky Mountains and comes to know and love the resilient people of the region, with their fierce pride, their dark superstitions and poverty, and their yearning for beauty.
Another series, another cheat! If you don’t know about this series, I assume you don’t care or you’ve been living under a rock the last 10 years, so I won’t even bother to recap this one! (Grin!)