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.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
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With a father who’s dying from cancer, a proud and independent daughter has no choice but to ask for help from an embittered doctor in One Shenandoah Winter, a tale by author T. Davis Bunn.
Here’s an oldie-but-goodie from the author known as Davis Bunn (and Thomas Locke!) now.
What I just may’ve loved about this little hardback book the most? The illustrations! Nice, soft, cozy ones in gray hues, spread throughout the pages. Who says adults aren’t supposed to get a kick out of books with pictures? I wish far more novels had them.
This winter tale of a small American town in the hills in the 60s is a rather somber one, but it does have its fiery moments, along with good helpings of light and laughter. Some places struck me as not being the subtlest of this author’s work, as if the story were trying a little too hard. And while the restful pacing of this novel is fitting, some points seemed to slip from simply resting into stalling.
But the story holds all of the seasonal charm I expected it to. Definitely the kind of novel to curl up and read with a hot mug of cocoa. Or coffee, for those who are partial to that particular beverage.