The Color of Your Skin Ain't the Color of Your Heart (Shenandoah Sisters Series #3) [NOOK Book]

Overview

Book 3 of bestselling Shenandoah Sisters. Katie, the daughter of a plantation owner, and Mayme, the daughter of a slave, find themselves with only each other after the Civil War. They devise a scheme to keep Katie's plantation going, disguising the fact they are all alone. Now in book three, the girls face new threats to their security. A long-lost uncle appears and then disappears as suddenly, taking their secret with them. Then a flood threatens to destroy the remaining cotton crop they need to save the ...
See more details below
The Color of Your Skin Ain't the Color of Your Heart (Shenandoah Sisters Series #3)

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK
  • NOOK HD/HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$5.99
BN.com price
(Save 14%)$6.99 List Price

Overview

Book 3 of bestselling Shenandoah Sisters. Katie, the daughter of a plantation owner, and Mayme, the daughter of a slave, find themselves with only each other after the Civil War. They devise a scheme to keep Katie's plantation going, disguising the fact they are all alone. Now in book three, the girls face new threats to their security. A long-lost uncle appears and then disappears as suddenly, taking their secret with them. Then a flood threatens to destroy the remaining cotton crop they need to save the plantation from foreclosure. Filled with fascinating period details, challenging questions of faith, and heartwarming friendship, this series has all the elements historical fiction fans love.
Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

Romantic Times
Mayme Jukes, ex-slave, and Katie Claiborne, platation owner's daughter, continue their courageous fight to keep Rosewood Plantation from the bank and Katie's unscrupulous relatives. The must maintain the charade that all is well at Rosewood, find a way to pay off the last mortgage and protect everyone in their care. Then Katie's long-lost uncle, Templeton Daniels, appears, carrying secrets of his own. When Mayme discovers she is half white, her self-concept turns inside out, and she must learn first hand the truth that The Color of Your Skin Ain't the Color of Your Heart. (4 stars) Michael Phillips returns with another powerful installment in the SHENANDOAH SISTERS series. The dialect is a little thick at times but Mayme's voice is unique and insightful.
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781441211323
  • Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/1/2004
  • Series: Shenandoah Sisters , #3
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 9,389
  • File size: 935 KB

Meet the Author

Michael Phillips, one of the premier Christian novelists of this generation, has written four dozen novels with sales over five million copies. He also is the person responsible for introducing Victorian novelist George MacDonald to new readers around the world. Michael and his wife, Judy, live in Eureka, California.
Michael Phillips is a bestselling author with more than 70 of his own titles plus serving as editor/redactor of nearly 30 more books. He is known as the man responsible for the reawakened interest in George MacDonald of the last twenty years. In addition to the MacDonald titles adapted/edited for today's reader, his publishing efforts in bringing back full-length quality facsimile editions also spawned renewed interest in MacDonald's original work. Michael and his wife, Judy, spend time between Scotland and their home in Eureka, California. Visit Michael's website at www.macdonaldphillips.com
Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

The Color of Your Skin Ain't the Color of Your Heart


By Michael Phillips

Bethany House Publishers

Copyright © 2004 Michael Phillips
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-7642-2702-5


Chapter One

What We're Doing Here

As much as anything, I reckon you might say I'm a storyteller. And if you're new to my storytelling, which I reckon a few of you might be, I'll get started by saying that this is a story about two girls in the South in the year 1865. Of course, it's different than most stories because it's true. I'm just telling what happened. What happened to us.

What we'd been doing before you joined us is the same thing colored folks had been doing as slaves for years on the plantations of the South-picking cotton. I wasn't a slave no more, thanks to Mr. Lincoln, but we'd still been picking cotton as a way to make money and survive that year after the war between the North and South got done.

We'd been picking for weeks and we were still picking. On this particular day when my story gets started, when Katie and I, along with the others, went out to the fields to start picking cotton again, we had no idea that that same evening a set of suspicious eyes would be watching us from the woods. Neither did we have any idea that at that very moment someone was riding toward Rosewood who would change everything in ways that Katie and me couldn't have imagined in a million years. More for me even than for her.

But let me back up just a minute first.

After Katie paid off the first of her mother's loans at the bank in Greens Crossing, we came back to Rosewood about as happy as we'd been in a long time.

We were so tired! We'd been picking cotton from sunup to sundown for three weeks.

So when we got back late that afternoon, the four of us girls who were living together and who this story's about took baths. Then after supper we sang and danced and celebrated and went to sleep almost too tired to climb the stairs, but contented as we could be.

Katie-that's Miss Kathleen Clairborne, who you might say is the owner of the plantation called Rosewood where we live, even though she's only fifteen years old-she wanted to get right back out to work in the field the next day. We didn't really know who the owner was, but in the meantime, because we were the only ones there and she'd grown up there, she was acting like about as good an owner of a plantation as anyone could. That's how we'd got the money for the bank, by picking the cotton that her mama and Rosewood's slaves had planted earlier that spring before the war was over. And now from only having a few dollars left, Katie had more than a hundred fifty dollars in the bank. But I told her I thought she needed at least one day of rest. The cotton would still be there waiting for us the next day, I said.

by the way, my name is Mayme-that's short for Mary Ann. Mayme Jukes, that's what they call me. I'd been living with Katie for five months, ever since both of our families had been killed at the end of the war.

We had two other girls with us. Emma was a tall, scrawny, scatterbrained colored girl like me. She was real good-looking, though, which wasn't like me-so good-looking, in fact, that she'd got herself pregnant from a nearby white plantation owner who was now looking for her and trying to kill her and her little baby, who was called William.

So besides keeping ourselves alive after our families were killed, Katie and me were trying to protect Emma and William from anything bad happening to them. Another little girl called Aleta Butler was living with us too, whose mother had also been killed. She wasn't an orphan like us. Her father was still around somewhere and we didn't quite know what to do about him. But for now we were all four together trying to keep Katie's plantation going as best we could, without anybody finding out we were alone so they'd take us away.

I'd come to live at Katie's more or less by accident in April of that same year. Ever since then, the two of us had lived at her plantation house alone, milking the cows and making bread and butter, and taking care of ourselves. Katie showed me books and helped me learn to read better. And I taught her how to do things like milk cows and chop wood and sing slave songs. She read me stories from books and I told her stories I'd heard and made up. And it didn't take long before Katie was doing all kinds of things for herself. Even though I was older, and Katie was always telling me that she wouldn't have Rosewood anymore if it weren't for me, if anybody could have been said to be in charge around the place, it was Katie.

I was now sixteen, Katie was fifteen, and Aleta was nine. I wasn't sure about Emma. I figured she might be a year older than me, but she could be so dim-witted sometimes it was hard to tell. But I'd learned to love her in spite of how she was. We'd both risked our lives for each other, and that can't help but draw people close together.

When Katie's mama's loan came due, at first we didn't know what we'd do. But then I was out in the fields and noticed how much cotton Rosewood had growing. I told Katie about it. Since the cotton was now ripe, we decided to see how much of it we could pick. It turned out to be worth more than we figured, and Katie got enough to pay off the whole first loan, even with a hundred seventy-eight dollars left over. At the same time, Katie had opened a bank account for me too-in my very own name-and put twenty dollars in it for me.

After taking the cotton into town, like I said, I told Katie we ought to take the next day catching up with our regular chores about the place and getting a little rest. Then the next day after that we went back out into the fields and started again on the cotton. Since we'd seen how much four girls could accomplish if they just put their minds to it and worked steady, it didn't seem quite so hard now, especially since for the last couple days before the loan was due we'd had help from one other person. He was a tall, soft-spoken black boy by the name of Jeremiah. I didn't know exactly how old he was either, but he seemed about my age, probably sixteen or seventeen.

I reckon I ought to tell you about him too.

Katie had known Jeremiah's father for a while. His name was Henry and he worked at the livery stable in Greens Crossing. He and Jeremiah had been separated for a long time, like slaves everywhere from the same family often were. But after the slaves had been set free, Jeremiah had searched for his daddy and had recently found him here and was now staying with him. Jeremiah found out what we were up to at Rosewood-pretending to operate the plantation without any grown-ups around. So far he hadn't said anything to his father or anyone else. So I guess you could say he was in on our scheme too, though we hadn't planned it that way. He was a strong and mighty fine-looking boy. At least in my eyes he was. I don't know if good-looking means the same in white people's eyes. My skin was a lot lighter than Jeremiah's, but we probably looked similar to white folks. I've sometimes wondered if all black folks look ugly to white folks. That's the idea you get when some white people look at you. Not people like Katie, of course. But I reckon this is just my way of saying that there were times as we picked at Katie's cotton that I found myself glancing at Jeremiah just because he was so handsome in my eyes, whatever anyone else might have thought.

As Katie and me and Emma and Aleta and Jeremiah were out again in the fields picking cotton, though not quite so fast and frantic as before, laughing and talking and I guess you'd almost say enjoying it-if a black person in the South could ever be said to enjoy picking cotton-we looked up and suddenly saw a rider approaching.

We'd had all kinds of loony schemes that we did when people came to the plantation to make believe Katie's mama was still here and make Rosewood seem normal. But now we were out in the fields and didn't have time to do anything like run and set a fire going in one of the cabins or hide Emma and William.

The rider caught us by surprise and there we all were for him to see. We stopped our work and stood stock-still, watching him come from the direction of the house.

Katie and I glanced at each other. Emma got a look of terror on her face, dropped her satchel, and ran to grab William from the buckboard where he was sleeping, then bolted for the house. I could see from Jeremiah's eyes that he was giving mighty serious consideration to bolting in the opposite direction. But then we all realized that to do something foolish like that would look more suspicious than anything. So we let Emma go and just stood and waited.

We didn't know it at the time, but Jeremiah's papa, Henry, was watching us from the woods while all this was going on. He'd been getting mighty suspicious about me and Katie for quite a while-suspicions, I reckon you'd say, in a good way, wanting to help us more than anything. But we'd still avoided him and tried to keep him from finding out about our scheme at the plantation.

As soon as his son Jeremiah got involved and knew our secret, however, that set Henry's curious mind going all the more. That's when he determined to find out once and for all what was going on. On that day he'd come out after his work at the livery and was now watching us all picking cotton and muttering to himself that he needed to have a talk with both us and Jeremiah and get to the bottom of the mystery of Rosewood.

But before he could think about it further, up rode the rider we had seen, and Henry sunk down out of sight where he'd been crouching at the edge of the woods. He watched for a minute or two more, then crept back deeper into the trees and went back to town without anyone seeing him.

Chapter Two

The Stranger Who Wasn't a Stranger

As the rider came closer, suddenly I saw Katie's face change.

She gave almost a silent little gasp of astonishment, then her expression changed from fear to relief. And it wasn't hard to see why. She recognized him.

She set down her satchel and began walking toward him as he reined in.

"Well, now," I heard the stranger say, and even from where I stood I could see his teeth glisten white as he flashed a mischievous grin, "are my eyes deceiving me? Is this my sister Rosalind out in the fields again just like the last time I was here, or would this be ..."

He hesitated, still with the grin on his lips, but also with a sudden faint expression of uncertainty, as if his own attempt at a joke had made him unsure for an instant who this tanned, sweating, hardworking girl actually was.

"It's me, Uncle Templeton," said Katie, walking up to where he sat on his horse, "-it's me ... Katie."

"Well ... Kathleen! You have turned into a woman since I saw you!"

He began to dismount. "And you look so much like your mama," he went on. "You've got her hair, her eyes, and-"

Before he could say anything further, suddenly Katie's uncle found himself smothered in his niece's embrace. Taken by surprise, he stood a moment with Katie's arms around him like he didn't know what to think. Then slowly he stretched his arms around her small shoulders and drew her to him.

"My, my," he said, "this is certainly an affectionate greeting for an uncle. If I remember correctly, you were a mite afraid of me last time I was here."

Still Katie stood, saying nothing, just holding him tight. The man was obviously uncomfortable. He relaxed his own arms and tried to ease away.

"Where's your mama, Kathleen?" he said. "I need to have a talk with her."

"Oh, Uncle Templeton!" said Katie in the saddest voice I'd heard from her in a long time.

"What's this I see?" he said, stepping back with his hands on both of her shoulders, bending down and gazing into her eyes. "Are these tears I see? My goodness, I didn't imagine seeing your long-lost uncle Templeton would cause such emotion. Come on, Kathleen," he added, "let's you and me go back to the house and find that mama of yours and have a nice visit."

He took Katie's hand and gave it a tug, then let go as they started walking toward the house. "If I know Rosalind," he said, "she's probably working too hard like always, as I see you are too. And where's that daddy of yours? I expected to see him out here with a crew of workers. Instead it's just you and a handful of kids."

"But wait," said Katie as they slowly walked away, "don't you want to meet the others?"

"Who ... them?" said the man, turning momentarily and glancing at the rest of us.

As his eyes came to rest on me for the slightest instant, a tingle swept through me and gave me goose bumps up and down my arms and on the back of my neck. I couldn't imagine why. I couldn't tell if it was fear or something else. There was nothing in the expression of his face that looked fearsome. It was actually a friendly, though kind of roguish face. There wasn't a hint of the hatred I'd come to expect from white faces after the war when they looked at "free niggers," as they called us. It was a nice face, and in his smile I saw a resemblance to Katie. It was obvious from one look that they were kin. And in a situation like we were in, kin meant something deep that nothing could take away, which was likely why Katie'd become so suddenly filled with emotion at the sight of her uncle.

But what made me tingle when he looked at me? I reckon it was from knowing that all at once our scheme was about to be discovered by a grown-up. It didn't seem there'd be any way for Katie to pretend to him forever. He'd come to see her ma and wasn't likely to be put off forever with being told she was away. And once he knew the whole truth, everything was bound to change.

What would happen to me, I didn't know. And what about Emma and Aleta? But what would happen to Katie and Rosewood seemed clear enough. Katie and I had talked several times about her uncles and what would happen when they found out her family was dead.

Suddenly in the midst of our excitement, that day had come.

"Who's the little kid?" said Katie's uncle as he turned back, grabbed his horse's reins, and they continued on toward the house.

I didn't hear Katie's reply. I watched them go, my mind racing in a hundred directions. I didn't know what to do. Should I stay and keep working and pretend to be a hired former slave like we usually did when people came around? Or should I follow them to the house? If I did that, the man might think I was being presuming and start asking questions.

In the middle of my confused thoughts, I heard steps beside me.

"Who dat?" said Jeremiah softly.

I turned to face him. "Katie's uncle," I said.

"You know him?"

"I've never seen him before."

"Does he know?"

"No. But it seems likely he will before long."

"What you think he'll do?"

"I don't know."

Aleta now walked up. "What should I do, Mayme?" she asked.

(Continues...)


Excerpted from The Color of Your Skin Ain't the Color of Your Heart by Michael Phillips Copyright © 2004 by Michael Phillips. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Read More Show Less

Table of Contents

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4.5
( 33 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(25)

4 Star

(5)

3 Star

(1)

2 Star

(1)

1 Star

(1)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 33 Customer Reviews
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2008

    oh wow

    the book was great i cried, laughed,got angry, and much much more

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2008

    Another Great Installment

    In the thrid novel in the Shenandoah Sisters finds Katie, Mayme, Emma, and Aleta working to pay of the last loan on their Rosewood plantation. But the same group of men have started to poke around looking for Katie's uncles gold while her other uncle has come back and he carries a secret that will bring Katie and Mayme more closer than ever. This is a great installment as Phillips has allowed the characters to grow and mature with the passing of time.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 13, 2004

    Sweet Similarities

    A wonderful book that highlights the many similarities between ethnic groups rather than the small amount of differences.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2013

    Wonderful series

    Each book picks up where the last one ended...loved how the characters developed.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2013

    Spectacular!!

    This series is completely captivating, once you start with the first book, you will want the next immediately. They flow together so well, the story itself will hold your attention from the first page. You will not regret buying these books!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2013

    Exciting and enjoyable

    Can t wait to read the last of the series

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted June 18, 2014

    I Also Recommend:

    Every book in this series is outstanding. I learned about the Ci

    Every book in this series is outstanding. I learned about the Civil War, Marauders, prejudice, God and how to love others. I can't tell you how great this book was. I laughed and cried. All eight of the books I loved. Truly inspirational for everyone to read. 

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2014

    Great story of humanity and relying on God

    This is a great novel of humanity and what is most important in life. God guiding them in their hardest of times!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2014

    A must read!

    I am so glad I read the series. Eye opening to the injustice inflicted upon people during the civil war.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted January 10, 2014

    Excellant series. Everyone must read them.........

    michael Phillips series are
    delightful. I will read all
    of them.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted October 25, 2013

    great story

    I recommend all four books in this series. The story is woven with historic detail and compassionate characters. It also shows what strong women they had to be back in that day.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted October 25, 2013

    Awesome Series

    This series has you moved by the special characters and the huge trials they face living in the South in the mid-eighteen sixties. Still love and strength prevail.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted August 10, 2013

    I have already the previous books that started this series and I

    I have already the previous books that started this series and I just love them. I love how Mary Ann and Katie over come it all. It is a hard time to look back on the cruelty that happened. But this family showed the world a thing or too. 

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted August 2, 2013

    Great Series

    I love this series. And I really like it that it was written with the perspective of the "darkie". It really gives an understanding that I never had before.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2013

    Loved this series and the characters

    I really imagined this could have happened in the old south

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted July 30, 2013

    An excellent read!

    This book was excellent in the way the author developed the characters. I felt that I actually knew each person and could understand the way they felt and the reason that they reacted the way they did. This is a "feel good" book at the end. It makes me want to read every book in the series!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2014

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2012

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted December 1, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted June 10, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 33 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)