Book reviews are subjective. I tend to rate books not according to how “perfect” they are, seem to be, or are said to be in general but rather to how perfect they are to me. I received a free copy of this book on Story Cartel in exchange for an honest review.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
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Undoubtedly, Becky Doughty knows how to weave a tale within tales: tales of warmth, humanness, longing, and hope with a batch of “misfit” characters who find a way to fit together. The unfolding of Willow’s story in the Elderberry Croft series, degree by degree, in the midst of the stories of her neighbors at The Coach House Trailer Park, has an enthralling quality.
The series brings you into a modern day Anne-of-Green-Gables-Avonlea-type place, filled with flowers and homemade baked goods and remedies, families and neighbors and memories. Oh, yes, and older people, for the most part. The first half of the collection is full of feel good reads, made all the better by their aching moments, and, as characters Patti and Richard would say, the little things. The second half is darker, but not morbidly so, and it’s good to catch glimpses of Willow’s uncertainty, even ineptness, concerning her own troubles while she busies herself with helping her neighbors through theirs. I’ll admit, by the time I got to Prudence and Carney’s story, for about the first five-sixths of the couple’s airtime, I wanted them chiefly as an entry point into learning more of Willow’s mysterious plight.
The final story, the one you can’t help waiting for, serves as a benediction for the collection, one well worth the wait.
“No reservations, Doc. Elderberry trees go all out, full-throttle, wild and willing… That, neighbor, is a true Giving Tree.”