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The small New England town of Dorsetville is filled with quirky, loveable characters much like those who populated Andy Griffith’s Mayberry.

Dorsetville is all aflutter. The housekeeper at St. Cecilia’s rectory, Mrs. Norris, has quit in a huff, and the rectory is beginning to look like a college dorm. Father Dennis could lend a hand, but since his cooking show, The Fat Friar, has gained popularity, he’s become, well, moody.

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Overview

The small New England town of Dorsetville is filled with quirky, loveable characters much like those who populated Andy Griffith’s Mayberry.

Dorsetville is all aflutter. The housekeeper at St. Cecilia’s rectory, Mrs. Norris, has quit in a huff, and the rectory is beginning to look like a college dorm. Father Dennis could lend a hand, but since his cooking show, The Fat Friar, has gained popularity, he’s become, well, moody.

Nellie Anderson and Harry Clifford are about to tie the knot—that is if someone can find the missing wedding invitations. Bungling Deputy Hill has been left in charge since the sheriff is sick, but will the town survive in the meantime?

Meanwhile, Father James is helping an ex-convict learn to resume his life. Valerie Kilbourne, a single mother, needs money for a very expensive operation for her twin daughters. And Lori Peterson, who has had her share of tragedies, will be asked to face another.

Katherine Valentine’s keen insights into human nature and extraordinary sense of humor make for characters you’ll want to know for years.

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is one of the loveliest novels I've read in years.  Kate Valentine has created a world filled with laughter, tears, and enough goodness to warm the heart.  Her return to Dorsetville is a triumph of faith, humor, and hope.”
New York Times bestselling author Barbara Delinsky
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In this third installment of the Dorsetville series, Valentine portrays a small town and its people in a manner highly reminiscent of, but not quite equal to, Jan Karon's Mitford series. Substitute New England for North Carolina, change the Episcopalians to Catholics, toss in a little Jewish seasoning and you'll be awash in deja vu. There are strong similarities to The Andy Griffith Show as well, from the drunk named Odis to Deputy Hill, who's a ringer for Barney Fife. Thankfully, Valentine puts a different spin on the challenges her characters must face. Single mom Valerie Kilbourne has young twin girls who need operations quickly or they will lose their sight. Lori Peterson is pregnant, but a tragic diagnosis sends her into despair-and prayer. Sam Rosenberg's old car gives up the ghost, and Harry Clifford and Nellie Anderson's wedding invitations have gone missing. Through it all, the tight-knit community of Dorsetville is always ready to step in and offer support and solace. The antics of Father Dennis and his televised cooking show, The Fat Friar, create some enjoyable moments, and the recipes mentioned throughout have franchising possibilities written all over them should the series prove a hit. Unlike the Mitford books, however, dialogue troubles slow the novel's pacing, and the characters are too lightly sketched. (June 15) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385511940
  • Publisher: The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/13/2004
  • Series: Dorsetville Series , #3
  • Edition description: First Image Books Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 1,025,408
  • Product dimensions: 5.29 (w) x 8.26 (h) x 0.64 (d)

Meet the Author

Katherine Valentine is the author of two previous Dorsetville novels. A Miracle for St. Cecilia's (winner of the honorable mention by the Catholic Pres Association) and A Gathering of Angels. Katherine resides in the New England countryside, where, she says, "Dorsetville lies just outside my front door."

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Father James had been awakened this morning by the clamor outside. Just past the park entrance next door, which divided the town green, preparations were underway for the Congregational Church rededication ceremonies. This afternoon dozens of state officials and most everyone in Dorsetville would gather to witness the rededication of this historic building.

The priest opened one eye and stared out the window. The sun was just rising above the mountain ridge that surrounded the town like an embrace. Shards of pink light pierced the predawn darkness. It was going to be a glorious day, he thought, sliding out from under a pile of handmade quilts.

From somewhere outside came a loud thud followed by several rapid Spanish phrases fired off like machine gun bullets. He made his way over to the window and looked down below. A delivery truck was parked on the Congregational side of the town green. Its side panels read "Filbert's Party Rentals." He leaned forward to get a better view. Folding tables and chairs were being delivered. Several had fallen off the back of the truck. Two men worked to untangle the melee as a third man stood on the tailgate, wildly waving his arms and spewing phrases Father James was thankful he did not understand. He closed the window.

Since it was nearly time to get up anyway, he figured there was no sense going back to bed. He grabbed his bathrobe from the foot of his bed and headed down the rectory's back staircase toward the kitchen. Before he showered, he needed his jump-start, a cup of rich, black coffee.

In deference to this need, his housekeeper, Mrs. Norris, had set the coffeepot's automatic timer the night before so it would be ready when he first came downstairs. It was programmed to start the brewing cycle in fifteen minutes. And although all electrical gadgets and appliances were a complete mystery to him (his use of the electric teapot had once resulted in the removal of an entire section of kitchen wallpaper), he just couldn't wait. So he said a quick prayer for protection, both for him and the kitchen, and pushed several buttons. Much to his relief, the grinder began to whine as it ground fresh Colombian beans to a fine powder. The early-morning air was instantly filled with an intoxicating aroma.

"Thank you, Lord, for favors big and small," he intoned, then went in search of his favorite mug, the one that his housekeeper teased was "the size of a small planter." Since coffee was his favorite beverage, its size saved him from making repeated trips for refills.

The smell of coffee had set his stomach rumbling so he popped two slices of stone-ground whole wheat bread in the toaster (one of his few concessions to Doc Hammon's order to increase the fiber in his diet), then went in search of the butter. The refrigerator was filled with dishes Mrs. Norris had prepared for today's function. She had attached Post-it notes on each that read: "For today's luncheon. Keep hands off!"

Not much of a chance of him stealing a bite of that or anything else his housekeeper referred to as health food. He carefully lifted the plastic wrap off a bowl and took a sniff. Dear Lord, it smelled like rotting tree bark! He hastily patted the plastic in place and pushed it aside while yearning for the good old days—German potato salad, Boston baked beans, apple crisps, Yankee pot roast—all of which Mrs. Norris now labeled "death to one's arteries." She wasn't at all amused when he pointed out that everyone had to die of something, so why couldn't she let them die in peace?

He found the butter hidden behind a large bottle of carrot juice. He hoped Mrs. Norris didn't plan to spring that on him this morning. Last week it had been prune juice. His stomach had still not recovered.

He filled his supersize mug to the brim, threw in several teaspoons of sugar, slathered his toast with enough butter to clog several main arteries, and headed toward his study.

The early-morning light rendered the chestnut paneling a soft gold, infusing the room with a sense of warmth and serenity. Father James entered happily, feeling his heart leap once again with praise and thanksgiving. It wasn't too long ago that both the rectory and the church next door were in such disrepair that the archdiocese had ordered it closed. But God had intervened by way of the Daughters of Mary of the Immaculate Conception who, under the leadership of Mother Mary Veronica, had convinced the archbishop to restore St. Cecilia's as part of the nuns' plan to open a retirement home for the religious across the street.

He carefully set down his coffee mug, settled in behind his desk, and moved his well-worn Bible closer. There was still work to be done on the speech he was to give at today's ceremonies. The Bible fell open to one of his favorite psalms.


Blessed are those whose strength is in you,

Who have set their hearts on pilgrimage . . .

. . . they go from strength to strength . . .

He was quickly lost in thought, absentmindedly munching on his toast, when the phone rang. He picked it up on the second ring.

"St. Cecilia's Rectory. Father James speaking."

"Still getting up with the roosters, are you, Jimmy?" It was his old mentor, Monsignor Casio, calling from New York City.

"You once told me as a young seminarian that no priest worth his salt sleeps past sunup," Father James reminded him.

"So I did," Monsignor answered.

Father James noticed a tired edge to his voice and grew concerned. His mentor was nearing his seventy-fifth birthday and should have retired several years ago. "Is everything all right?"

"It's been a long, hard night," he said. "One of our parishioner's sons was killed in a gang fight. Gunned down in an alleyway. They found his body in a Dumpster. His was only fourteen years old."

"Dear Lord . . . what a waste of such a young life. I'm so sorry. I'll lift him and his family up at Mass this morning."

"I appreciate that, Jim. He was a good boy, just couldn't stand up to peer pressure. Unfortunately, I see far too many of these scenarios."

"I'm glad I pastor in a small country town," Father James confessed. "We may have our share of problems, but at least folks here still hold life dear."

"Which is one of the reasons I'm calling," Monsignor admitted. "I need a favor."

"Anything that's in my power to do, you know I will," Father James assured him.

"Good. I thought you'd say that." He cleared his throat. "If you have a few minutes, I'd like to tell you the story about a young man I've known since he was a boy."

Father James grabbed his mug and settled in. "I've got the time. Go ahead."

"His name is Stephen Richter, and he's just gotten out of prison."

"What was he in for?" Father James asked.

"Manslaughter, but . . . let me tell you the whole story before I get into that."

"I'm listening."

"I've known Stephen since he was six years old. His family lived in the neighborhood back in my old parish. He was a good kid but came from a troubled background. His father was in and out of jail. His mother used to turn tricks in their living room to keep up her heroin habit. He also has two brothers, but they were just as messed up as the parents.

"I took a liking to him right away. Great smile. Great enthusiasm for life, which you had to admire considering the circumstances he lived in.

"Stephen was a very talented artist from an early age. I still have a couple of drawings he did when he was only eight, nine years old. He had a rare gift that I knew if nurtured would someday get him out of this place. So, one summer, a couple of us priests pooled our money and sent Stephen to an art program that was being sponsored by the Whitney Museum. Well, the kid took to it like a duck to water. You should have seen some of the things he produced. What an imagination! He was especially adept at portraits.

"One of the curators saw his potential and helped him get accepted into the Rhode Island School of Design. Stephen did exceptionally well there. In fact, one of the instructors went out of his way to get him a summer internship in the advertising department of the Boston Globe. We all were thrilled for him. It seemed that our prayers and support was paying off.

"Much to Stephen's credit, he never forgot us, not even with his busy schedule. He called every week, filling us in on all the great things that were happening in his life. He even managed to find himself a nice Catholic girlfriend. We couldn't have been more pleased."

"So, what happened to land him in jail?" Father James asked, placing his empty mug on the desk.

"I was just about to get to that," the monsignor said. "It was during his sophomore year that things began to fall apart. First, his father died in a prison fight. Stabbed to death. Then his mother was diagnosed with AIDS. She'd abused her body for so many years that she had no resistance left to fight the disease and in a couple of months was dying.

"Around Christmastime, she decided she wanted to see him. Only God knows why. She had been stoned most of his life. I would have doubted if she even knew she had a son named Stephen. Anyway, she sent his two older brothers up to Rhode Island with instructions to bring him back to New York for the holidays; and like a dutiful son, Stephen agreed to come home.

"On the way back, the brothers held up a liquor store near Greenwich. Stephen, who was asleep in the backseat of the car, never knew a thing until the cops showed up.

"In the interim, the robbery hadn't gone as smoothly as the brothers had planned. The cashier resisted turning over the money and was shot. He died a few days later."

"Dear Lord! Were the brothers caught?"

"One got away scot-free. The other one was eventually caught and charged with murder."

"And Stephen?"

"Charged as an accessory. He served eight years. Just got out last week."

"Poor kid. He sure got the worse end of the stick," Father James said, shaking his head. Sometimes life just didn't seem fair.

"I agree. The brother Amos, who actually pulled the trigger, is still out on the streets making trouble, which is why I'm so concerned. I'm afraid that it's only a matter of time before he pulls Stephen into another mess."

"So, how can I help?" Father James asked without hesitation.

"I was wondering if he could stay with you. He needs to get out of the city."

"Any chance the brother might follow him up here and make trouble?" As much as Father James wished to help this young man, he had Father Dennis and his parishioners' safety to consider.

"No, I can make sure he doesn't find out," Monsignor assured him. "I'll have one of my parishioners, a detective friend, pick Amos up and hold him for a few days. That way Stephen will be free to take off undetected."

"And what does Stephen think about leaving New York to come and live in the country? There aren't many diversions here."

"There weren't many diversions in prison either, but he managed to survive that," Monsignor parried. "Listen, Jim, he's eager to start over again. And if you ask me, he has a far better chance of doing that in a place where nobody knows him, and away from the city streets than staying here. . . . Excuse me, Jim."

A muffled conversation took place on the other end of the phone.

"Sorry, I have to go. That was my housekeeper. The police have caught the murderer of the young boy that I was telling you about. They want me to go with them to tell the boy's parents. But before I hang up, I just want to add that Stephen is an exceptional young man. You shouldn't have any qualms about taking him in. Even with all the stuff that he's been through, he's somehow managed to maintain a sense of hope."

"Sounds like God's grace and your prayers have been actively at work in his life."

"Reminds me of what Basil King once wrote about grace." The monsignor quoted, "'Grace is an inflowing of spiritual power which gives a man strength beyond anything he himself can generate.' It's the only explanation. How else could he have made it through such a tragic life intact?"

"Send him up," Father James said. "He can stay here at the rectory. Father Dennis and I would welcome the company. Meanwhile, I'll ask around. See if I can line him up a job."

"Thanks, Jim. I appreciate your help. I'd just like to see him make it."

"With you as his prayer partner, I'm sure he will."

"Let's hope so. And don't be too picky about finding him a job. He'll be happy to do anything."

"Can you give me about a week to get things prepared here? Send him up say . . . next Tuesday."

"That will be fine. And, Jim . . ."

"Yes, Monsignor?"

"Thanks again. This young man means alot to me."

"And even more to the Lord," Father James reminded him.

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Reading Group Guide

1. God's grace is defined as unmerited blessings. Throughout Grace Will Lead Me Home, characters encounter God's grace in many forms. Discuss how this grace affects and ultimately enriches their lives.

2. God's grace leads Valerie to Dorsetville. Why has God led her here, and what are the spiritual lessons she will learn?

3. Sarah sees two angels and is fearful she will not be believed; yet when she overcomes her fears, her testimony provides the comfort her mother so desperately needs. How can we overcome our fears and share our faith in a way that will be received?

4. Father James' homily suggests that reasoning (our need to puzzle out why God works in the manner He does) can often inhibit God's grace. Is it possible to accept suffering and trials and not ask why?

5. A scripture reading provides Lori with the insight she needs to better handle the special needs of her unborn child. How does God speak through the Bible, and how do we personalize His Word to provide us with direction?

6. Ethel is concerned that praying for a car for Sam might not be in God's will. Harriet counters by reminding her that Jesus provided for our temporal as well as our spiritual needs. Is a vacation a need? The purchase of a home? Can we expect God's help in these areas?

7. Doc Hammon speaks about the medical crisis in our country, which has occured mainly as a result of an increase in lawsuits. Christ has asked us to forgive "seven times seventy" and to "settle things quickly before you are brought to court." If Jesus walked among us today, how do you think He would have us respond to this issue?

8. Wendy gives Father James advice about his housekeeper, suggesting that he has crossed the line between dispensing Christian charity and being a doormat. How do we differentiate between the two?

9. The stolen mailboxes can be interpreted as a metaphor for the way Satan tries to prohibit us from receiving God's messages. The Campbells have had their mailbox stolen three times. What message might God be trying deliver to this family that is not being received?

10. Both Valerie Kilbourne and Gaithwaits encounter huge medical bills without the resources to pay them. How do these two families differ in facing this trial? Why would one family seemingly find deliverance through solving this problem, and the other not?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 30, 2004

    A cozy get-away from a busy day

    After reading the first two Dorsetville books, I was delighted to find the people of that idyllic setting were still up to their small-town caring about others. Karen Valentine's picture-evoking descriptions of the characters and their quirks made each page a treat. One of the memorable characters was the somewhat older rectory housekeeper, Mrs. Norris, a martyr in her own mind, who took to wearing pink lipstick and blue eyeshadow to spice up her potential love life. So many of the characters have endearing qualities that are reminiscent of people we've all known. Reading this book made my mouth smile, my eyes well up a bit, and my shoulders relax with a lovely sense of peace.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2004

    A wonderful, gentle read

    Grace Will Lead Me Home has all the elements that make Katherine Valentine's books so enjoyable. In this installment, Harry and Nellie are having second thoughts about their upcoming wedding. Both Father Dennis' new cooking show, The Fat Friar, and Father James' search for a new housekeeper are a riot. But the core of the book is the Christian values that the author handles with grace and simplicity, providing new insights into our faith. Each installment in this series is like receiving a letter from a dear friend. I can't wait until the next one arrives!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2004

    Another treasure from Katherine Valentine

    Since the day I happened across her first book, A Miracle for St. Cecilia's in my local bookstore, I've been a huge fan of the writing of Katherine Valentine. With Grace Will Lead Me Home, her third installment in the beloved Dorsetville series, Ms. Valentine continues to build my love for this community of characters and their stories. Dorsetville has been likened to a Catholic Mitford, (made famous by author Jan Karon), but these wonderful novels transcend denominational lines and offer a tremendous message of hope and inspiration. Grace Will Lead Me Home will stand on its own merit if you haven't read A Miracle for St. Cecilia's or A Gathering of Angels. But if you love great fiction as much as I do, do yourself a favor and enjoy all three! Now I'm just anxious to see what will be going on around Dorsetville in #4! Lisa

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