Hope Springs (Hope Springs Series #2)

Hope Springs (Hope Springs Series #2)

by Lynne Hinton
     
 

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Make friends in Hope Springs

Pull up a chair and discover the strength and sustenance of friendship with Jessie, Margaret, Louise, Beatrice, and Charlotte, as the unique bond forged between these five remarkable women is put to the test when one of their own is stricken with a deadly illness. Filled with the mystery and wonder that make

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Make friends in Hope Springs

Pull up a chair and discover the strength and sustenance of friendship with Jessie, Margaret, Louise, Beatrice, and Charlotte, as the unique bond forged between these five remarkable women is put to the test when one of their own is stricken with a deadly illness. Filled with the mystery and wonder that make life worthwhile, Hope Springs will lift your spirits and warm your heart.

Editorial Reviews

Jacquelyn Mitchard
“…an anthem to friendship….. To miss it is to deny yourself a small treasure.”
Philip Gulley
“...a beautiful story grows side by side with powerful truth. It caused my soul to bloom.”
Ann Howard Creel
"Hinton celebrates the power of women’s connections through a story about hope, loss, and the sometimes fragile nature of faith
Suzann Ledbetter
"It’s a ‘giver’ readers will want to buy and share with mothers, daughters, sisters and special, forever friends."
Loraine Despres
"For all those who loved Friendship Cake, Garden of Faith will be like a garden party with old friends."
Sue Monk Kidd
“Garden of Faith is a lovely novel filled with hope.”
Brenda Jernigan
“With a loving eye for her characters, Lynne Hinton tells a gentle story of faith, healing and redemption.”
Lois Battle
“If books had a taste, this one would be the genuine tangy sweetness of a small homegrown strawberry.”
—Ann Howard Creel
“Hinton celebrates the power of women’s connections through a story about hope, loss, and the sometimes fragile nature of faith
-Suzann Ledbetter
“It’s a ‘giver’ readers will want to buy and share with mothers, daughters, sisters and special, forever friends.”
—Loraine Despres
“For all those who loved Friendship Cake, Garden of Faith will be like a garden party with old friends.”
--Ann Howard Creel
“Hinton celebrates the power of women’s connections through a story about hope, loss, and the sometimes fragile nature of faith
--Loraine Despres
“For all those who loved Friendship Cake, Garden of Faith will be like a garden party with old friends.”
Winston-Salem Journal
“Vintage Hinton...thoughtful and exploratory...challenges the reader to be still and...to live completely, even when it hurts.”
Greensboro News & Record
“Hinton’s writing style is similar to Eudora Welty’s: easy, conversational, down-home….reverberates with rhythm and lyricism.”
bn.com
Readers of Friendship Cake, rejoice. The women of Hope Springs Church have finished their cookbook and have now begun to cultivate the garden of the friendship in full earnest. A charming novel about characters who possess the immediacy of friends.
Publishers Weekly
Like Rebecca Wells in Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood, Hinton has a knack in her novels for tapping into a woman's longings for lifelong, authentic, messy friendships. In this engaging follow-up to The Friendship Cake, Hinton picks up the threads of the lives of the five quirky women who make up the North Carolina Hope Springs Community Church cookbook committee and spins out more of their stories. She hangs her narrative on gardening as a metaphor for life, occasionally succumbing to clich s ("They were rough and spindly souls with very shallow roots"), but usually handling the theme with subtlety. There's plenty of room for metaphor. Pastor Charlotte finds she has lost her faith as she attempts to help Brittany's mother, Nadine, recover from her second suicide attempt. Louise ponders grief and love; Bea enjoys her newlywed status; Margaret wrangles with breast cancer; and Jessie battles fear that James will abandon her again and agonizes over a possible move. Hinton admirably mixes poignant moments (the friends shaving their heads in solidarity with Margaret) with amusing incidents (Louise notes, "This tea tastes like shit, Beatrice" and discovers it's Easy Movement, a laxative drink). While she avoids tendering pat answers to difficult questions of faith, Hinton folds themes of hope and redemption into her story. Conservative CBA readers may shrink from such expletives as "Jesus!" or "horseshit!"; Louise's lesbian status; feminine gender references to God; or the occasional sexual description but many readers of faith should find this novel both entertaining and tender. (Apr.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.\

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780062517470
Publisher:
HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date:
04/01/2003
Series:
Hope Springs Series , #2
Edition description:
First SanFrancisco Paperback Edition
Pages:
240
Sales rank:
1,308,080
Product dimensions:
5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.54(d)

Read an Excerpt

Hope Springs
Chapter One

Safety is of the lord's was printed in three-foot-tall red letters, stretched high and wide across the back of the transfer truck that pulled out in front of Charlotte as she drove Highway 85 heading toward Chapel Hill.

"Jesus!" was all she said as she slammed on brakes and swerved onto the shoulder to avoid hitting it. And then, "Shit." It wasn't until after the word had spilled out of her mouth, loud and unmistakably clear, that she remembered a church member was sitting next to her. She turned to her right to see if Beatrice was okay.

The older woman was pale but certainly fine, having reached out in front of her, bracing herself for the collision. White-knuckled and rigid, she softened as the car rolled forward and finally stopped. Since the near miss was over, she blew out a noisy puff of air. Seconds later she loosened her grip and released her hands from the curved black plastic, touched at the hair on her forehead, and asked, "My God, is that from the Old or the New Testament?"

There were prints from her fingers still showing on the dashboard.

Charlotte had pulled off to the side of the road and put the car into park. She closed her eyes and dropped her chin to her chest. Her heart was pounding. She hadn't had such a close call on the highway in a long time. It unnerved her and she knew that she needed a few minutes to get herself together. Other vehicles flew past them, almost lifting the little car back onto the road. Finally, Charlotte turned to Beatrice, remembering that she had asked a question.

"Is what from the Old or New Testament?" She was still rattled.

"That sentence." Beatrice smoothedout the front of her dress and tugged at her panty hose.

Charlotte was confused. She shrugged her shoulders as if to signal that she wasn't following Beatrice's line of thinking.

"On that truck. It said 'Safety is of the Lord's.' Is that from before or after Jesus?"

Charlotte then remembered the sign on the truck. She shook her head at the question while putting the car into gear. She signaled and pulled onto the interstate slowly. "It's from a psalm, I guess." She looked in her rearview mirror and watched as the cars behind them moved into the left lanes, allowing her space to merge.

"It's nice, I think." Beatrice lowered the visor and began studying herself in the mirror.

Charlotte started to mention the irony of such a quotation on a vehicle that had almost crushed them; but as she turned to say something to Beatrice, the older woman already seemed to have forgotten what she'd said. She was reaching down on the floorboard to open her purse. She took out her lipstick and painted her lips bright pink, as if the near wreck had reminded her to do what she usually never forgot, "be ready." She flipped up the visor, smacking her lips together, and offered the lipstick to Charlotte, who raised her hand and politely refused.

"No, of course not, pink is not your color." Beatrice put the cover on the lipstick and stowed it in her purse. She took a breath.

"Have you seen the Mary Kay samples for fall? There's some lovely corals and mauves that I think would match your fair skin and dark hair nicely. And I believe we can find some eye pencils that will draw out that gold in your eyes."

Charlotte did not reply.

For some time now, Beatrice had been trying to help her pastor "find her colors" and "perk up her wardrobe." She seemed satisfied that Charlotte no longer needed a hobby or craft to occupy her time, but she continued to struggle with the idea that the young woman acted as if she did not care about her appearance.

Louise told Charlotte that Beatrice had found an article in some magazine she picked up on her honeymoon that said that failure to show interest in basic grooming skills was a sign of depression. Louise had told her that if that were the case, then depression might come in handy for Charlotte, who she knew was trying to save money, since blush and eye shadow could be quite expensive; and that Louise, in her entire life, had never worn makeup and she did not consider herself depressed. But Beatrice wasn't worried about Louise. She was worried about Charlotte.

In the last few months, the young preacher seemed to have folded within herself in a way that was subtle but still noticeable. She continued to do her work, preach, visit, all the things that were expected; but there was a distance in her conversations, a lack of focus that even Margaret had observed. She, of course, had said to let it alone, that Charlotte would discover her own way through this, but Beatrice was convinced that she could find something in her cosmetic bag that might help, even if just a little.

Charlotte picked up speed. The late morning sun poured into the car and she began to get warm, so she increased the volume of the air conditioner and turned the vents toward her, hoping the noise might also limit any further conversation.

Unlike Beatrice, she did not think of herself as depressed. She did not think she had changed. She knew that she felt more tired than usual, a little uninterested in things at hand. But she only thought she was overworked, called her lack of energy and her sleeplessness the result of too many appointments and a crazy schedule that recently had included late-night emergency calls to the hospital, three summer weddings, and now this, another suicide attempt by Nadine Klenner.

Since the accident and Brittany's death, Nadine had become broken and unhinged in a way that seemed completely hopeless. Nothing nor anyone was able to help. Her spiral down into despair started with the use of Valium and other prescribed drugs ...

Hope Springs
. Copyright (c) by Lynne Hinton . Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.\

What People are saying about this

Ann Howard Creel
“Hinton celebrates the power of women’s connections through a story about hope, loss, and the sometimes fragile nature of faith
Sue Monk Kidd
“Garden of Faith is a lovely novel filled with hope.”
Philip Gulley
“...a beautiful story grows side by side with powerful truth. It caused my soul to bloom.”
Brenda Jernigan
“With a loving eye for her characters, Lynne Hinton tells a gentle story of faith, healing and redemption.”
Jacquelyn Mitchard
“…an anthem to friendship….. To miss it is to deny yourself a small treasure.”
Suzann Ledbetter
“It’s a ‘giver’ readers will want to buy and share with mothers, daughters, sisters and special, forever friends.”
Lois Battle
“If books had a taste, this one would be the genuine tangy sweetness of a small homegrown strawberry.”
Loraine Despres
“For all those who loved Friendship Cake, Garden of Faith will be like a garden party with old friends.”

Meet the Author

A retreat leader and writing teacher, Lynne Hinton is the author of numerous novels including Pie Town, Wedding Cake, Christmas Cake, Friendship Cake, Hope Springs, and Forever Friends. She also writes a mystery series under the name Jackie Lynn. She lives in New Mexico.

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