16 Lighthouse Road by Debbie Macomber

I have waited almost three years to finally get to reading this series by Debbie Macomber. My mother had open heart surgery almost three years ago and it was a very difficult road, and when she was in a nursing home for rehabilitation, I visited one evening and she had the T.V. on and I caught the tail end of a show that grabbed my attention. I watched the credits roll and saw that the show was based on the “Cedar Cove” series of books by Debbie Macomber. I was thrilled! We don’t have T.V. at our house, by choice, and I would much rather read a book, so I was on a mission, from that point on, to obtain the entire series, which I did last Spring, and I just finished reading 16 Lighthouse Road, the first book of the series, and the first book I read in 2017.

So, here’s what I thought. I recently was talking with a couple of ladies I know who love to read as much as I do, and one of them mentioned a book that she had begun to read but couldn’t finish because it reminded her too much of a soap opera, and that was my thought as I was reading this book. A soap opera in the fact that it follows the lives of many characters with everyday, real life struggles like most people in the current era; characters who all live in a small town and know one another and one another’s business. However, unlike a soap opera, it’s not the same people struggling with the exact same issues over and over again, and some of these characters actually work to resolve their problems.

I love the characters and Ms. Macomber did a great job of creating characters who grab your heart and make you care about them and want to see them rise above their struggles to find happiness, love, success, God, whatever it is they are looking for. I did not find the book so soap opera like that I’m not interested in reading the rest of the series. As a matter of fact, I care about these characters and want to see what happens in their lives and if the ones I’m routing for the most find love and happiness that requires work (for that is what is real).

I will say, however, that I was quite disappointed to find that this book had some profanity and one sexually explicit scene, though it was between a husband and wife and was a relatively short scene. I don’t believe that a Christian author has to include those things in their books. I believe it is a compromise and that they lose some integrity in doing so. Those are my personal thoughts and beliefs. I’ve read that Debbie Macomber is a Christian, but I noted that the book was not published by a Christian publisher and I’m sure the publisher wanted Ms. Macomber to include such things and she complied.

I completely understand Ms. Macomber’s desire to publish with a mainstream publishing company because I, too, prefer to not have my writing specifically labeled “Christian” because that label seems to carry a negative connotation in secular society and will keep someone from reading such a book because they don’t want to read a book that’s “preachy”. Ms. Macomber’s book is not preachy and does not speak of God, although it does include at least one character involved in church and has several characters with good, strong morals. The book also includes characters who seem to have no scruples. It’s the kind of book that all readers can relate to because each reader should be able to relate to at least one character in the story.

I do look forward to reading the rest of the Cedar Cove series because some of these characters have already become like dear friends and I wish them well.

However, I will be reading other books in between the books in this series because this is a large series — something like 14 books, and my TBR list is MASSIVE.

 

Flash Fiction Friday: Battles of the Heart

The battle raged. Soldiers, in chain mail, on both sides fell. A small soldier in a red helmet slashed swords with a big, brawny soldier. The small soldier wielded the sword right-handed while fending off other attackers with a shield on the left.

The  big soldier stumbled on the slightly uneven ground, leaving himself vulnerable just long enough. The red soldier struck and thrust the sword under the big soldier’s left arm burying it almost to its hilt and then withdrew it. The large soldier stared, mouth agape as blood flowed from the wound. He clutched at the hole and fell to the ground.

The red soldier didn’t have time to breathe before another thrust a sword, and engaged the red soldier in another battle. The red soldier did notice from the corner of the eye that the entire battle was slowing down. Many soldiers lie dead or wounded and others were turning from the battle. The red soldier fought on. The opposing soldier raised his sword and brought it down toward the red soldier’s head quickly. The red soldier ducked, dodged and thrust a sword, but the opponent’s sword caught the edge of the red helmet knocking it from the soldier’s head. At the same time the red soldier’s sword slashed the opponent’s arm.

The opposing solider stood agape. “You’re a woman?” Then regaining his wits about him, he shoved her behind him. “Stay behind me and we shall fight our way out of here.”

The woman hit him over the head with her shield. “We most certainly will not! We are fighting on different sides. Why should that change just because you know I am a woman?”

He looked at her and noticed a streak of blood on her left cheek. He reached to wipe it away and pushed the chain mail hood off her head allowing her fiery red locks to flow free. When he wiped the blood, he found she had received a slight slash in the battle.

She threw her left arm upward, knocking his hand away from her.

“You are a feisty one. What are you doing in this fight?” The corners of his mouth twitched.

She glared into his stormy blue eyes. “I have a score to settle with Sir Wallace.”

“And have you fought with Sir Wallace today?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“No, I could never get near enough. There were always too many other soldiers to try to battle through.”

“Where did you learn how to fight?”

She pulled herself to her full height. “My brothers taught me. They wanted to be sure I could protect myself while they were off at war. Now, are you going to finish this battle or not?”

“I will not fight a woman, especially a woman as beautiful as you.” He winked at her.

She lifted her shield level with his chest and propelled herself toward him, knocking him to the ground. What she hadn’t anticipated was losing her balance and falling right alongside of him.

His laughter started as a low rumble and grew to a loud roar as she struggled to rise to her feet. Before she could do so, he leaned over her. She caught her breath at the intensity in his eyes and the nearness of him.

Then his lips were on hers, soft and wet. The kiss lasted just a minute. Then he climbed to his feet and reached a hand down to her.

“Come. I shall take you to Sir Wallace. I would love to see the two of you face off.”

She wasn’t sure she should trust this man, but she would do anything to get close enough to Sir Wallace to end his life, so she cautiously followed the soldier who had kissed her and made her wonder what it would be like to fall in love.

 

 

Poem: A New Outlook

This is a very unconventional poem. I used no rhyme scheme or any pattern, but I like the message I have created here. I hope you will like it too.

A New Outlook
by Kelly F. Barr

January brings a new year;
A chance to reflect,
A chance to look ahead,
A chance to begin anew.
Dream dreams and set goals.
Build relationships.

January brings a new beginning-
A fresh start.
Turn a new page; wipe the slate clean.
The possibilities are endless;
Opportunities abound,
All you have to do is look around.

Shake the dust of the past year from your feet.
Determine that this year, you can’t be beat.
Take a new journey,
Open your heart,
Try something you’ve never tried before
Because this could be your best year yet.

Top Ten Tuesday

Today’s Top Ten Tuesday meme from The Broke and the Bookish is Top Ten 2017 Debuts I’m Excited For.

I don’t really follow any book lists for debuts or new releases. I simply read books I hear about from friends or through participation in the weekly meme. However, in order to participate in today’s topic, I did search 2017 debuts on Goodreads and this is the list I have come up with:

  1. The Love Letters of Abelard and Lily by Laura Creedle (no cover available yet)

What books are you excited about in 2017?

 

The Hungering Dark: Awakening by Stephen R. Clark

I received a free copy of The Hungering Dark: Awakening from BookLook Bloggers in order to write my honest review.

The darkness feels alive one evening as Rat is helping his sister finish up the dinner dishes. It’s creepy. The next day his father goes to do some work for an elderly couple living nearby. What happens there leads to the mystery of a puzzle box and the power inside it.

This story began with suspense and had me wondering and guessing at what was going on. Stephen R. Clark created some very interesting characters whose lives I quickly became interested in. The suspense and action held my interest and the mystery of the puzzle box and the power it contained was quite intriguing. The characters who came to town to help figure out the mystery or to try to get their hands on the box were an interesting bunch and it was sometimes hard to figure out which were the good guys and which could be the bad guys.

Sadly, in the final third of the book, the mystery sadly diminished as the author began to tell the reader everything instead of continuing to lay clues to the end. There was no more suspense or any piquing of my curiosity in the final third of the story. Even the action seemed slower and the danger was much less intense. The author no longer wrote any buildup to the big finale.

I enjoyed the book but was disappointed in the ending. I like a story like this to keep me guessing right to the end and that didn’t happen in The Hungering Dark: Awakening.

Abba’s Promise Has Arrived!

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This is the book!

“What book?” You might ask.

The book for which I sent a short devotional story for submission about two years ago and it is now published, my story is in it, and you can get your own copy from Cross River Media.

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Yes, this is my story! They chose my story for Day One! Yes, this is a teaser. If you want to read this story, you’ll have to buy the book. It’s a beautiful little volume and three of my other writer friends have stories in it too — Jill Printzenhoff, Cheryl Weber, and Renita Gerlach. Altogether, there are 33 encouraging, inspiring stories in this little book!

 

Flash Fiction Friday: An Unexpected Blessing

She clutched her sweater tight against the wind. The snow blew into her face, leaving tiny crystals sparkling in her hair. Her fingers and toes were numb. Still she stumbled on along the brick walkway along the street wondering if anyone would be kind enough to give her shelter.

A door opened just ahead. Light poured upon the icy bricks and a burst of warm air called to her.

A tall gentleman in top hat, black coat, boots and gloves closed the door behind him, turned an nearly ran her down. “My goodness, what are you doing wandering about in this weather without a coat?”

She looked up into blue-gray eyes. She saw no animosity or judgement there.

“Please Sir, I have no shelter and no clothes but what I’m wearin’.”

“Well, you’ll catch your death out here. Hurry, let’s get you where it’s warm.”

He reopened the door from which he had just come and ushered her inside. The first thing she noticed was the roaring fire in the fireplace and she rushed toward it and stood before it rubbing her hands together.

Her stomach began to grumble as the aroma of apples and cinnamon teased her nose.

“What’s this? A ragamuffin?”

“Now, Mrs. Kettering, do be kind and get this poor girl cleaned up and dressed in something more suitable to wear, give her a good, warm meal and she shall spend the night in the guest room. We shall determine what more to do about her in the morning.”

With that, the man once again exited the warm home, leaving her alone with Mrs. Kettering.

“Well, come along then. I’ll run you a nice warm bath, get you some clean, thick clothes and then feed you good and proper. What’s your name, dearie?”

“Blessing, mum.”

“Blessing? Well, glory be, don’t that beat all?”