My Sister Dilly [NOOK Book]

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Hannah Williams couldn't get out of her small hometown fast enough, preferring the faster pace, trendy lifestyle and beauty of California's Pacific Ocean coast. Only when her younger sister, Dilly, makes a desperate choice and commits the unthinkable does Hannah realize she never should have left her behind in rural Illinois. Hannah returns home to make up for letting Dilly down, leaving the one man she's ever loved in California. But Dilly is a changed woman, and when Hannah's plans don't go as expected, the ...
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Hannah Williams couldn't get out of her small hometown fast enough, preferring the faster pace, trendy lifestyle and beauty of California's Pacific Ocean coast. Only when her younger sister, Dilly, makes a desperate choice and commits the unthinkable does Hannah realize she never should have left her behind in rural Illinois. Hannah returns home to make up for letting Dilly down, leaving the one man she's ever loved in California. But Dilly is a changed woman, and when Hannah's plans don't go as expected, the bonds of sisterhood are tested like never before.
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Hannah Williams leaves the life she has built for herself in California to return to her Illinois hometown, determined to make things right with her younger sister, Dilly, just paroled after 12 years in prison. Dilly had once committed a desperate act that endangered her child's life as well as her own. Hannah is determined to help her sister rebuild her life, but she is not prepared for the change that has taken place in Dilly during her incarceration. Despite the slightly contrived plot, Lang (Pieces of Silver, The Oak Leaves, and On Sparrow Hill) writes in a sincere voice, offering a strong story with likable characters. This is sure to appeal to readers who enjoy compelling women's fiction and is recommended for CF and contemporary fiction collections.


—Tamara Butler
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  • ISBN-13: 9781414327839
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 8/25/2009
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 1,204,447
  • File size: 349 KB

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My Sister Dilly

By Maureen Lang
Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2008

Maureen Lang
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ISBN: 978-1-4143-2224-7



Chapter One THE PRISON was in the middle of nowhere; at least that was how it seemed to me. Not many property owners must want a facility like that in their backyard, even one for women. So p g p g p there were no crops of housing developments taking up farmland around here the way they seemed to everywhere else. Not that I thought much about farmland, even having grown up in the middle of it. The only green cornfields I'd seen since I'd left for college were from an airplane as I jetted from one end of the country to the other.

"Are you here for the Catherine Carlson release?"

I looked up in surprise as not one but a half dozen people seemed to have appeared from nowhere. I'd noticed a couple of vans and cars farther down the parking lot but hadn't seen any people until now. My gaze had been taken up by the prison, a forlorn place if ever I saw one. Even the entire blue sky wasn't enough to offset the building's ugliness. Block construction, painted beige like old oatmeal. If the cinder walls didn't give it away, the lack of windows made it clear it was an institution. The electric barbed wire fencing told what kind.

Two men in my path balanced cameras on their shoulders, and in front of them a pair of pretty blonde journalists shoved microphones in my face while another thrust forth a palm-sized recorder. One on the fringe held an innocuous notepad.

My first impulse was to run back to my car and speed away. But Dilly was waiting. I clamped my mouth shut, gripped the strap of my Betsey Johnson purse, and walked along the concrete strip leading to the doors of the prison. There was an invisible line at the gate that not a single reporter could penetrate. But I knew they'd wait.

At the front door, a woman greeted me through a glass window. Dilly was being "processed," she told me, then said to have a seat. I turned, noticing the smell of inhospitable antiseptic for the first time. Hard wooden benches were the only place to sit. Evidently they thought the families of those in such a place needed to be punished too. I'd have brought a book if I'd known the wait was going to be so long; there wasn't even a magazine handy to help me pass the time.

Only thoughts. Of how I would make up for my failures. I'd told Mac, my best friend-and somehow it seemed he'd become my only friend-that this was the first step in fixing things. Keeping a broken past in the past. Dilly's ... and mine.

I remembered the day our parents brought my sister home from the hospital just after she was born. The excitement was as welcome as the warmth of the sun shining through the bare trees that early March afternoon. Everyone smiled, and even though Mom was moving kind of slow up the stairs to our farmhouse, she smiled too. It was the kind of excitement you see when there's a new and hopeful change, like at weddings.

I was five, and even at that age I knew my parents had waited a long time for my sister. I heard Mom say once that she'd envisioned a houseful of kids, but the Lord hadn't seen fit to bless her with a productive womb. I think I wondered what my mother would have done with a bunch more kids when I seemed to be in the way of other things she did: lunches with friends she'd known all her life; making decorative quilts and pillows she sold at fairs; canning fruits, pickles, and jam; or endless work on the farm. In retrospect maybe it was a surprise they'd even had me and Dilly; she must have been so tired at the end of the day.

I wondered later if everybody was happier because things you wait for seem better once you finally get them. But in recent years I thought everybody in town might have been relieved there weren't a whole slew of kids born into our family.

"Go take a seat, Hannah," Dad had said to me after Mom told us I couldn't hold the baby unless I was sitting down.

I skipped over to Aunt Elsie on the couch and hopped up next to her, holding out my arms as my mother made the careful transfer. It wasn't like holding one of my dolls, even though the blanket was made of the same soft material my plastic babies enjoyed. Unlike my dolls, my sister was warm and squirmy. Dad told me not to hold her too tight, so I put her on my legs and pulled back the cover to get a good look at her.

Her eyes were closed, and she wore a pink cotton bonnet. Even then, the straight lines of her brows had been drawn, which later filled in so well. Her cheeks were splotched red and white, and her arms and legs moved in four different directions. When she opened her mouth, I saw her flat gums, no hint of the teeth to come someday. I thought she was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen.

"She's a dilly," I whispered to Aunt Elsie, who'd taught me her favorite word for the things she liked. It came from a song called "Lavender Blue," and while my parents spent so much time at the hospital in those last couple of days, that was what my aunt and I had been doing-going about farm chores singing of things being dilly.

The name on my sister's birth certificate was Catherine Marie Williams, but neither Catherine nor Cathy nor even Marie ever stuck. She was Dilly from that day on.

Nearly thirty years later, here I was, ready to bring Dilly back home to our farmhouse.

Finally I heard something other than the distant sounds of an institution. Closer than the clatter of plates somewhere, something nearer than the echo of a call down a corridor. I heard the click of an automatic door lock, followed by the swish of air accompanying a passage opening.

Dilly. Instead of prison orange, she wore regular street clothes. Was it possible she was taller? Did people grow in their twenties? She was still short, having taken from the same gene pool I'd inherited, but I was barely an inch taller now. Spotting me right away, she dropped her black leather suitcase on the floor. For a moment the case looked vaguely familiar, but that thought was lost when I noted a shadow of someone standing next to Dilly. My eyes stayed on my sister. She flung herself at me before I had the chance to go to her.

"Thanks for coming," she said, and her voice was so wobbly I knew she was fighting tears. I choked back my own.

"Thanks?" I repeated. Thanks? How could I not come?

"It's a long way from California."

I laughed. "Yeah, another galaxy."

The woman beside Dilly stepped closer and I couldn't ignore her any longer. She was tall and thin, dressed in jeans but with a more formal black jacket that somehow didn't look misplaced over the denim.

I pulled myself away from Dilly and accepted the woman's handshake.

"I'm Catherine's social worker, Amanda Mason. We just finished our exit session and she's all set to go."

Dilly held up a folder. "Probation rules, contact names, phone numbers."

"Formalities, Catherine," Amanda said. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

It was always something of a surprise to me that others outside of our hometown knew my sister by any name but Dilly. She certainly looked ready to go home, wearing a spring jacket I hadn't seen before, carrying a suitcase I now recognized as one I'd left behind when I headed to college so long ago.

"I didn't know you'd have luggage," I said when she picked up the black leather case. I didn't know what else to say.

"The women are allowed to purchase certain necessities during their stay. Clothes, mostly."

I knew that, because Mom had told me I could send Dilly money-no cash, just cashier's checks or money orders, no more than fifty dollars at a time-but somehow I never connected that money with actual purchases. It wasn't like there could be a regular store inside a prison.

"Socks," Dilly said with a grin. "My feet still get cold."

When we were little, we shared a full-size bed, before our parents finally bought a set of twin beds. I still remember her icicle feet in winter. "You have a suitcase full of socks?"

"Just about. They never let me keep them all in one place till today. Guess I didn't know I had so many." Then she turned to the other woman and set the suitcase down again. "Thanks, Amanda. You-" Something caught in her throat, and she stopped herself. "You did so much for me." She put both of her hands on the woman's forearms, and the social worker didn't even flinch.

Amanda shifted her arms to take Dilly's hands in hers. "I haven't done enough," she said. "Not nearly enough."

They hugged and I watched, wondering if the prison movies I'd stopped watching since Dilly's arrest had given me the wrong impression. No hint of inmate animosity toward those in power here.

"Keep praying, though, will you? I won't stop needing that."

"You don't even have to ask."

Then Dilly slipped away and I had to turn and follow her or be left behind.

Prayer. That was what Dilly had asked for. All our life we'd been told to pray. On our knees, right after we got up, right before going to bed, and as often as possible in between. I might have had faith as a child, but by the time I was in high school, I began wondering what I was praying to. Some light in the sky that saw all the suffering in this world and didn't lift a finger-a supposedly all-powerful finger-to do something about it?

I'd given up prayer years ago; spiritually, long before I left home for college. Physically, once I stepped foot outside my parents' home. I eyed Dilly, trying to see if she'd been serious about the request or said it because that was what the other woman wanted to hear. But Dilly was looking ahead, walking out the door.

The reporters were still there when we stepped outside. I meant to warn Dilly, to make some sort of plan about getting to the car as fast as we could, telling her in advance which way to go.

But when Dilly came upon them, instead of hustling past, to my amazement she stopped. For a moment she looked to the ground, then to me, and I thought I saw a hint of uncertainty before she took an audible breath. "I just want to say one thing." Her voice trembled slightly, and she paused long enough to look down at the sidewalk again, then at each one of the reporters.

"When I did what I did so long ago, I didn't have any hope. When I stepped into this place, I didn't have hope. But that's all changed now because of the Lord Jesus."

I stared, aware of the silence that followed as the reporters waited to see if she was finished. But that wasn't why I couldn't find words or even the gumption to pull her along to the car. What was she talking about? Between this obviously rehearsed statement g and the request for prayer, it was as if she'd "done found Jesus," as Grandpa used to say.

A barrage of questions shot from the reporters.

"Are you going to see your daughter?"

"Are you going to try to regain custody?"

"Has your husband forgiven you for what you did?"

Dilly didn't answer a single question. Instead, she looked at me, then toward the parking lot. It took the briefest moment for me to realize she didn't know where to go, which car was mine, so I led the way. I pressed the keyless remote to unlock her door before she reached it. She struggled a moment to get her bag into the rear seat, then settled herself just as I slid behind the wheel.

One of the reporters, the one I'd mistakenly believed harmless because the only technology he held was a pad of paper, had followed us to the car. He tapped on the window. I saw Dilly reach for the button, but quicker than her, I touched the window lock.

"I was only going to crack it," she said.

"Do you really want to hear what he has to say?"

He was yelling now, his young, impassioned face nearly pressed to the glass. "Did it take prison to teach you you're not the one to take matters into your own hands? that your daughter's life is just as important as anyone else's?"

Dilly and I exchanged glances. I put the car in reverse; there was something militant about the young man that made me want to get away from him, spare Dilly from anything else he had to say. I'd seen judgment in people's eyes before and I was sure Dilly had too. This guy might be a reporter, but he wasn't an unbiased one. If such a kind existed.

Dilly stared at him, the brows everyone noticed on her, so thick, so dramatic, now drawn. A moment ago she'd found the courage to speak about something most people kept to themselves: faith. Now she looked like the Dilly I'd known when we shared the same roof. Timid, malleable. Maybe hoping I would take her away as fast as I could.

I backed out of the spot even as a thousand questions came to my mind too. I wanted to resist asking, though, unlike the guy with the notepad. His emphasis had been all wrong. He'd asked about the effect of prison, unconcerned about what Dilly really believed these days.

I still felt awkward after being away from her so long. But even that wasn't enough to keep me quiet. Once an older, wiser sibling, always so. I figured it gave me the right to be nosy.

"Did you mean what you said back there?" Since I was navigating out of the now-busy parking lot, I had to focus on driving, avoiding the need for eye contact.

"About Jesus?" She looked behind us at the reporters now packing up. "Wouldn't have said it if I didn't."

"What did you mean?"

"Just what I said."

I didn't know how to rephrase the question to get an answer I could understand, so I found the silence I probably should have stayed with. Once we pulled away from the prison grounds, Dilly touched my forearm much as she had the social worker's. I spared a quick glance, keeping both hands on the wheel.

"I've changed, Hannah. God changed me."

I wasn't yet sure I believed her. I wasn't the only one who'd grown up in a house where rules were more important than people, work more important than any kind of play, keeping up an appearance of holiness more important than living a holy life. We'd both vowed never to set foot in a church once we moved out of our parents' house, and I'd kept my end. I thought Dilly had too. I knew she'd stopped going to church after she got married. But lately ... Did they even have church in prison?

"Since when has God done anything for either one of us, Dil?" I asked.

"I wanted to write you, tell you all about it-"

"Right." Even I heard the cynicism. I'd received exactly three letters from her the entire six years she'd been in prison, despite the hundreds I'd written. Well, one hundred, anyway. That first year. After that I just sent money orders as I made my plans. True, I'd made those plans without input from her, but I'd made them to benefit both of us.

Her eyes, brown like two spots of oversteeped tea, shone with sudden, yet-to-be-shed tears. "You know me, Hannah. I'm a talker, not a writer. I tried a thousand times to write, but every time I did, my brain froze. I can't explain it on paper. It's something I wanted to tell you in person."

"What about last Christmas? I visited you then."

She let out something that sounded a little like a Ha! but not quite as cynical as me. "In front of Mom and Dad? Are you kidding? I couldn't explain it with them there." She sat back in her seat, and laughter squeezed out one tear, leaving her eyes dry. "Not that everybody wouldn't have liked to see a good argument-from Mom and Dad about what grace and forgiveness really mean and from you about ... about everything. The inmates would've laid bets for a winner, except if nobody drew blood they wouldn't have been able to figure out who won."

I didn't know if she was being sarcastic or not, since our family didn't argue. We hid all our resentment and anger, especially from each other. Even now I held my tongue. For a moment I felt like I was back home, preparing to listen to one of Dad's endless sermons at the family altar he'd set up in the corner of the living room.

I sucked in a breath. "Okay, let's have it, then."

But Dilly didn't reply. She shook her head, her whole body facing me instead of the dashboard. "I will tell you, Hannah. Everything. But not right now. Not yet. I need to know something first."

I glanced at her again, prepared for the questions I knew she'd ask.

"Have you seen Sierra?"

I nodded. "Yesterday."

"They let you? Nick's mother let you-you know, in the same room? You talked to her? How is she?"

I shook my head. "I went to her school. They wouldn't let me into her classroom, but they told me she was there. That she's all right. Then I waited outside until the buses came, and ..." I was tempted to lie, to tell her I'd seen Sierra close enough to prove what the school receptionist had said, that Dilly's daughter was okay. "I saw all the kids get on their buses, and they looked happy."

Whatever joy, whatever light I'd seen in Dilly's eyes since the moment she mentioned her daughter's name began to fade before I'd even finished talking.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted October 6, 2013

    Ms. Lang writes a wonderful story of 2 sisters whose relationshi

    Ms. Lang writes a wonderful story of 2 sisters whose relationship is tested when one goes to prison for attempted murder. Upon her release, they have to reestablish their relationship which is tested even further. Relationships among siblings can be difficult which the author illustrates extremely well. This was a hard book to put down as I kept wanting to find out how the story ends. Highly recommend this book.

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    Posted May 10, 2013

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    FFFFFFAAAAARRRRRTTTT TRY AND FIND ME ~ SECRET

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2013

    Dilly

    Who are you?

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  • Posted May 12, 2009

    My Sister Dilly: Guilt has many faces. Forgiveness has only one.

    Snatch up the tissues, readers! Coz between the overflow of sibling estrogen and, whichever way the winds blows across the Illinois hog farms you're going to need them. And did I mention there's a handsome, bewildered Californian named Mac with great frequent flier miles, who sticks by his woman, Hannah, no matter how bad she's PMSing? What a guy!

    Ms Lang has written a poignant account of two sisters finding their ways back home; each for a different reason. My Sister Dilly is centered on the powerfully, relevant topic of what constitutes productive human life in this postmodern world, and the absolute necessity of family. Her believable characters demonstrate how our premeditated plans are often blindsided to God's sovereign design and His unconditional love and forgiveness.

    I embraced this book! My Sister Dilly is a heart opener. And a little girl named, Sierra, is the can-opener.

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  • Posted April 7, 2009

    Lang Does It Again

    Maureen Lang is the queen of descriptions and characters. They are real, believable and interesting.You feel like you are standing in a small midwest town turning away from your dreams and groping for a way to help your sister. If you have a sibling, this is a must read book.

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  • Posted April 6, 2009

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    Thought Provoking

    Even if I am reading a romance I look for the sibling and parent relationships. I was impressed that while there is romance in this book, it really is about how our sibling and parent relationships define who we are and how we will cope with the rest of our lives.

    We so often do not see ourselves as other see us. I hope reading this book will make a permanent change in me.

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  • Posted January 29, 2009

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    Surprise, surprise.

    I borrowed this book without actually knowing what it was about. I read the cover and thought, sure, why not. I was shocked when I got a few pages in when I realized it was "Christian Lit." Not usually my favorite genre. I did, however, enjoy the book all the way through. Not my favorite, not one I'll be buying, but I definitely recommend it for a good read.

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  • Posted January 30, 2009

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    This book will change the way you view life

    While I was reading this story, all I could keep thinking in my head was "Wow." This is a story you would normally not think of when you think about Christian fiction. This is not your happily ever after,everyone's all lovey-dovey , everything always works out Christian fiction. This book is ripped from the headlines, make yourself really think, in your face fiction. Usually when you hear in the news about mothers who intentionally hurt their kids, your first thought it to condemn the mother. You cannot believe that anyone would want to purposely murder their children and that they must insane to do it. This novel shows the other side to that story and what could possibly make a mother even consider doing that to her child. As a reader, it took me by surprise that I actually felt sympathy towards a mother who did this and anger over the grandmother who wants to protect her grandchild. The story really blew me away by how much I invested into the characters. Dilly's sister, Hannah also touched my heart as well. She wants to protect her sister and is willing to sacrifice her own life to do so. However her reasons behind that are not as "Good Samaritan" as they sound. It's a wonderful character study between the two of them. My only qualm with the book was that it takes a while before the reader is finally told what exactly happened to put Dilly in jail. It's merely hinted at for about 3/4 of the book. It wasn't a problem but it made me feel like I had missed it somewhere because it kept being subtly mentioned at through most of the book. Otherwise, you will be enthralled by this book. The book is perfect is you're in the mood for something that is not fluffy and really makes you think afterwards. It's a story that stays with you and has you looking twice at everything you've always believed in. One of the most thought-provoking reads of the year. HIGHLY recommended.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2008

    Sister Loyalty and Love

    Maureen Lang is rapidly becoming a favorite in women's fiction. She tackles difficult family situations, childhood illnesses and disabilities with honesty and grace. My Sister Dilly is a beautiful book that touches your heart with peace like walking down a country lane on a summer day. Hannah and Dilly Williams grew up on a hog farm with strict parents. Hannah couldn't wait to leave and did as soon as she graduated. Years later when her sister Dilly is starting over again after some difficult circumstances, Hannah takes it upon herself to come and care for Dilly. Guilt over not being there for her little sister years earlier drives Hannah's life. She leaves behind a career and the only man she's ever loved to go back to a town she hates and people she is sure don't care. Hannah's journey to care for Dilly becomes a personal quest for peace and contentment. Dilly and her daughter Sierra teach Hannah more about herself than she ever knew. Will Hannah find the way to unravel the guilt that tangles her heart and make room for perfect love to heal the wounds? Maureen Lang has written a surprising story that waves grace on every page. She gives the reader and honest look into the lives of people who face daily struggles, sometimes make wrong choices, and find their way through mistakes to second chances. Her characters are believable and endearing. I highly recommend My Sister Dilly. And if this is your first Maureen Lang book, be sure to check her others also Pieces of Silver, Remember Me, Oak Leaves, and On Sparrow Hill.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2008

    Christian fiction fans will enjoy this fascinating tale of two sisters

    Although her sister Dilly tried to kill herself and succeeded in killing her disabled child, Hannah Williams blames herself for not being there for her sibling. While Hannah enjoyed her life in California and was elated at not being back in Sugar Creek, Illinois, Dilly imploded. ----------- Now after twelve years in prison, Dilly is free. Giving up her life, her work and her love in California, Hannah goes to her despised Illinois hometown to help Dilly start over although she, like the media, wonders whether her sibling will be allowed to see her daughter, raised by her dad. However, Hannah thought by being martyr she will be Dilly¿s savior but in prison Dilly found a Savior she can depend on being there for her when life seems bleakest.-------- Christian fiction fans will enjoy this fascinating tale of two sisters. Hannah feels guilty for not being there for her younger sibling so this time she gives up everything for the redemption of martyrdom. However, Dilly, who desperately needed her a dozen years ago, no longer does as she has found a much more reliable Savior. Hannah is the more interesting character as ironically she is upset and somewhat despondent that her sibling does not turn to her, which in turn leads to more guilt and regret. Maureen Lang provides a character driven thought provoking family drama.------------- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2008

    Enjoyable read

    Hannah's sister Dilly has just gotten out of prison and she feels responsible to take care of her. She leaves her job and home in California to take Dilly back home to their family farm. Hannah just can't get it out of her head that if she had been there for Dilly when she really needed her that she would never have been so desperate and ended up in prison. Hannah also left behind her best friend Mac, whom she cannot seem to live without. They are just friends, but she finds herself thinking of him more than she thinks a friend should. She also doesn't want to make any commitments since she doesn't plan on ever moving back to LA because Dilly needs her. Hannah finds herself contemplating what she is really doing back home and what God really wants from her. This story was a relaxing read with moments of tension and indecision as to what my feelings were. I loved this book and found it rather enjoyable, so I would definitely recommend it to anyone.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2008

    My Favorite Lang Book to Date

    Maureen Lang has once again covered a sensitive topic with warmth and humanity that makes her a favorite among Christian Fiction writers. Hannah Williams wants desperately to compensate. Perhaps Dilly¿s unspeakable crime was in part her fault for not being a more supportive sister. When Dilly¿s time of incarceration has ended, Hannah believes herself to be Dilly¿s savior. Why not sacrifice her career, move back to a homeland she had grown up to despise, and put her life on hold? Perhaps even give up the true love of her life. Wouldn¿t all that sacrifice be worth it? Would that make up for not being the sister Dilly needed when desperation drove her to attempt to take her own life and that of her disabled child? How could Hannah realize that Dilly found a different Savior. One she could be certain would never fail her? Maureen Lang has pieced together a gripping story that brings home two important issues, that of the emotional drain caregivers of disabled children endure, and that of rebuilding one¿s life after devastating poor life choices. Dilly has paid her debt to society, but will her community be as forgiving as the Lord? Kudos for tackling such difficult issues with humanity and warmth.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2008

    Another Great Book!

    Thank you Maureen for writing another book, My Sister Dilly, that leaves one thinking and pondering. What a challenge to all of us to have more empathy and reach out to help others in need! It¿s so easy to go ones way and not realize the challenges others face minute by minute around us. My Sister Dilly lets the reader take a peak at what it is like to live in ¿small town¿ central Illinois, USA. What is it like moment by moment raising a disabled child? What are the daily struggles? What does God want us to do to reach out and help others? To those with disabled children, this book encourages them to reach out for help. My Sister Dilly also reminds us of God¿s redeeming grace. Once again romance is in twined into the story to keep one on the edge of their seat wondering what will happen next. Readers, you don¿t want to miss any of Maureen¿s books! I can¿t wait for her next book!

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