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Two time periods—Victorian Ireland and contemporary England—are again woven together in this sequel to The Oak Leaves. Rebecca Seabrooke is a commercial manager for Quentin Hollinworth's family manor and is focused on two things: running the best historical home in the country and forgetting about the childhood crush she's had on Quentin ever since her father worked as the valet for his family. They don't, after all, run in the same social circles. When Quentin's distant cousin Dana Martin Walker comes to visit ...
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Two time periods—Victorian Ireland and contemporary England—are again woven together in this sequel to The Oak Leaves. Rebecca Seabrooke is a commercial manager for Quentin Hollinworth's family manor and is focused on two things: running the best historical home in the country and forgetting about the childhood crush she's had on Quentin ever since her father worked as the valet for his family. They don't, after all, run in the same social circles. When Quentin's distant cousin Dana Martin Walker comes to visit the Hollinworth estate, Rebecca realizes she must confront some of her preconceived ideas about herself . . . and about Quentin. Dana wants to learn more about her ancestors—especially about Berrie Hamilton, who in 1852 decided to fulfill her sister-in-law's dream of opening a school for the mentally challenged. Dana also discovers that, despite their precautions, she and her husband are expecting, and their unborn child may turn out to be like many of Berrie's students. It will take reading Berrie's letters—written a century ago—for Dana and Rebecca to learn the importance of serving others and to realize that ultimately, even our best-laid plans are not always God's plans. Tyndale House Publishers
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  • ISBN-13: 9781414313467
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 1/28/2008
  • Pages: 416
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.30 (d)

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On Sparrow Hill


By Maureen Lang

TYNDALE HOUSE PUBLISHERS, INC.

Copyright © 2008 Maureen Lang
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-1346-7


Chapter One

Hollinworth Hall, Northamptonshire, England

Rebecca Seabrooke didn't have to open the letter in her palm to know its contents: the annual employment offer from England's National Trust. More money than she would ever see at the private historical home at which she now worked. More prestige. Perhaps even a choice of locations, since so many of the country's national home treasures were owned by the Trust.

She really must e-mail her father and ask him to stop wasting postage on such offers. Despite what at least one Hollinworth thought of the work she did here, Rebecca was convinced the Hall was as much a treasure as any other property listed in the Trust's considerable inventory.

Brushing aside the letter, she turned her attention to her busy calendar. With her education staff manager on temporary family leave, Rebecca found herself taking charge of house-and-garden tours in between meetings with business associates and brides wanting to schedule the manor for banquets and weddings.

But none of that took precedence in Rebecca's mind today, for today the owner of Hollinworth Hall would return to the private quarters he kept in the north wing. And she'd only learned of his impending arrival this morning.

Nonetheless she'd already asked Helen to make sure his rooms had been aired and cleaned. Fresh flowers from Rebecca's favorite garden brightened every alcove, and even now Helen was baking his favorite bread. Rebecca could smell the fragrant herbs all the way up in her second-floor office. Given his mother's recent quote in a local newspaper about closing the Hall to visitors, Rebecca knew she had a fight on her hands, and the son, the legal owner of the Hall, might very well be the rope in this tug-of-war.

Thankfully she'd outgrown the adolescent crush on him she'd once suffered. Her father had pointed him out as the son of the family he formerly worked for, and when she was twelve and he thirteen, she thought Quentin Hollinworth the most sophisticated and handsome male alive. He was still handsome-she knew that despite seeing him only once or twice a year-but growing up had taught her a few things, one lesson being that classes didn't mix well, even in today's all but egalitarian England. Though he wasn't dating the daughter of an earl anymore, there was still his mother. She was proof enough the classes should mix only when both parties wanted to be in the same one.

Rebecca had far too much work to be dwelling on such irrelevant things. Directing her attention back to her computer screen, she pulled up her e-mail. The first one she noticed was from a college friend about meeting at a club in London this weekend, another event Rebecca would be sure to skip. She skimmed the content, part of her admiring the busy city life her friends had chosen, part of her knowing she'd followed the right path in staying out here in the country.

Before long, her gaze returned to the window, hearing the crunch of gravel beneath a car. Quentin Hollinworth had arrived. She imagined the estate caretakers, Helen and William Risdon, going out to greet him, welcoming him home.

Unwillingly she glanced at the bottom drawer of her desk, where she kept the newspaper society pages she couldn't seem to resist. It was silly of her to have kept so many clippings, except that it all pertained to the family connected to the estate she ran. Keeping a scrapbook of their lives was part of her job as steward of their legacy. Preservation was more patriotic than personal. In that drawer was Quentin Hollinworth's recent history, from his political work to his not-so-private breakup with Caroline Norleigh. Rebecca couldn't think of Quentin without remembering all of that.

She returned to her e-mail, reading a message from a teacher who had visited recently and was thanking Rebecca for bringing their Victorian heritage to life for the two dozen children she'd guided that day. These were Rebecca's favorite notes-ones that proved her work made a difference. If the Featherby were awarded, she could spend more effort in attracting such groups. They didn't pay as well as business banquets or weddings, but to Rebecca, educating children was far more important.

"Good afternoon, Rebecca."

Quentin Hollinworth looked tall and strong even with a massive doorway behind him. His broad shoulders filled out a casual, somewhat crumpled, beige linen suit, a stark contrast to his dark hair.

"Welcome home." She quickly averted her gaze and shifted the chair closer to her desk. Her battlement, safe behind the mahogany. It had been nearly three months since she had spoken to him. He trusted her so thoroughly with the running of the Hall that he almost never checked in. If she was to have her way, though, that must change. She alone couldn't prove the value of the Hall in its current public state. She would need his help.

"I see you've single-handedly held down the roof."

"Hardly single-handedly." Rebecca thought of William and Helen, who lived in the estate home on the grounds and supervised most household needs. And the education staff members who came on tour days to create an authentic Victorian atmosphere. Not to forget the many maids and repairmen going in and out, the land agent who oversaw the crops, nor the head gardener, who lived in the village but spent most of his waking moments making sure Hollinworth Hall lived up to its reputation as one of the finest garden spots in the United Kingdom.

"Without you," Quentin said as he neared the desk, "I'm sure the place would fall to ruin, no matter how big a staff."

"And how is your mother, Quentin?" Rebecca didn't really want to know, unless Lady Elise Hollinworth had something to do with his visit. To close the Hall to the public? "She's well, I hope?"

"Yes, she is well," he replied. "At the cottage for the summer."

Rebecca nodded. Despite the cozy term for the Hollinworth estate inherited from his mother's aristocratic side of the family, the so-called cottage was anything but quaint. Less than fifteen kilometers away, the sprawling mansion surrounded by fifteen hundred acres of meadow, lakes, and woods was the center of Hollinworth country social life.

"The tour season is off to a healthy start," Rebecca said. "We've received several calls for visits here before the next holiday."

"The schedule is in your hands, Rebecca. I plan to be here rather than at the cottage most of the summer."

Here? For the summer? To assess whether or not to keep the Hall open? "I'll be sure no one gets in your way." How calm her voice sounded despite the blood pumping madly through her veins. "Guests still have access only to the usual spots, of course, depending on the event." Myriad thoughts clashed with her effort to keep the conversation going. If he were here to evaluate the merit of keeping the Hall open, she must convince him-the sooner, the better. If he closed the Hall to the public, it wasn't just a matter of losing a job she loved. Failing a dream came at a much higher price.

Taking a seat opposite her, Quentin appeared at complete ease. "I've no doubt you'll keep me well protected."

She caught his eye, then looked away. Protecting him from the general public was part of her job. "Yes, between me and a good security system, Quentin, that should be manageable."

He said nothing, and Rebecca wasn't sure what he was thinking. She might have known of Quentin Hollinworth since she was a child, but in reality he was no more than an acquaintance. Her grandfather had been the last in a long line of valets to Quentin's male forebears, most of whom had been Hamiltons and members of the peerage. By the time Rebecca's father was of an age to take up the position, valets had long since fallen out of vogue. So her father had taken on the role of houseman and resided in the very estate home William and Helen now occupied. Her father had stayed only long enough to finish his graduate work in Victorian studies. When he decided to leave employment of the Hamilton/Hollinworth family-a Seabrooke tradition for no less than twelve generations-Quentin's father might have been put out. Yet he'd revealed neither disappointment nor frustration over having to hire someone entirely new to the family to oversee household workings. Quite like the fine English gentlemen he'd been. Setbacks were to be expected; it was how one handled them that proved the true character of a man.

"We're being considered for a Featherby Education Award," Rebecca said finally. Her finest weapon, another award to prove that the preservation of historical English life should be valued not ignored, forgotten, sold, or kept hidden in the private lives of the elite.

"Yes, so I've heard. I received the notification at my London flat. It's entirely due to you, Rebecca. Congratulations."

She managed a steady smile. "We haven't won yet."

"As they say, it's an honor to be nominated." He caught her shifting gaze. "Actually, Rebecca, that was one of the reasons I planned to stay the summer. I thought I might lend a hand, talk to the judges, be immediately available if you need to consult about anything."

Relief, surprise, and pleasure melted through her. He supported her effort to win the Featherby? If he wanted the Featherby, he couldn't support his mother's idea to close the very function that won the nomination to begin with. "That would be lovely. I was considering going through the vault again. Perhaps we can re-create new attire for the staff." She turned to the monitor on her computer. "I have the vault's inventory here. If you have the time you might take a look at it."

He shook his head. "Helen tells me you've taken tours every day this week and have been working yourself silly. Can I have tea brought up for you?"

For a single moment she remembered her old crush, especially when she caught his eye as he waited for her answer. She shook her head. Now was certainly not the time to fall back into that old habit. "No, you go ahead. I'll check my e-mail, catch up on a few things here."

Quentin stood, nearing the door as she eyed message headers on her e-mail. An unfamiliar subject caught her eye. "Quentin," she said slowly, clicking on the note, "have you heard of a place called West World Genealogy?"

He stopped and turned to her. "No, I don't think so. Why?"

"I've an e-mail from them with your name in the header. Shall I read it?"

He nodded.

"'Dear Mr. Hollinworth, an American family desires to make contact with English cousins such as yourself. In our research we have determined the lineage to be accurate. They have in their possession a journal belonging to Cosima Escott Hamilton, of whom you descend, which you might find of great sentimental interest.'" Rebecca looked at Quentin. "Are you familiar with a journal by Cosima Hamilton?"

Quentin shook his head.

"Nor am I." She looked again at the screen, noting the attachment. "There is a pedigree here. Would you like to see it?"

Without a word, Quentin rounded the desk. When he leaned over her, Rebecca could smell the faint trace of soap, the same pine scent he always used. The same brand Helen kept stocked in every bathroom in the Hall.

"The ancestry is correct," he said. "At least I think it is, from what I recall of those portraits hanging in the gallery. You probably know better than I; you write the tour scripts full of my family history."

"These names are right, even as far back as the first viscount. Some names I don't recognize, though-Grayson, Martin. I suppose that's the American side. We don't have many records of families outside the direct line."

"A shame we're all such snobs," he said with a grin. "What do you think then? It's legitimate?"

She nodded. "The list includes Cosima Hamilton's four children. I wonder if there is more family history that I don't know about."

"I doubt that," Quentin said, and she smiled at his assured tone-one of complete and utter trust that she knew more than she actually did.

"I will contact them first if you like. Just to make sure it's valid."

"You're my champion, Rebecca. Protecting me again."

She studied the names even as she wondered why he'd used that word again. A reference to protecting him shouldn't contain an undertone of disdain; she was paid to do that very thing-by Quentin himself. "I doubt this could be a hoax. They have too much of the correct lineage."

"I've an idea," said Quentin, leaning forward, "Since you claim not to need tea, why don't we go down to the vault now? I can't imagine Americans having the original journal belonging to one of my grandmothers."

"Kipp Hamilton might have owned it. He was Cosima's son, and he went to America." She eyed him. "It would be fun to have a look, though."

Quentin went to the door, holding it open. "To the vault?"

* * *

Nearly three hours later, Rebecca tucked an annoying strand of hair behind her ear. She should have it cut to shoulder length or at least go upstairs and find a hair band to pull it away from her face.

"Ready for some dinner at last?" Quentin asked from another corner.

Perhaps she'd sighed aloud when she had only meant to complain to herself about her irksome hair. "In a bit."

He neared her, his long white sleeves covered in black butler's wraps, his dark hair uncharacteristically unkempt from sifting through crates and boxes for the last few hours. "I'm not for throwing in," he said, "just taking a break."

She stood away from the box she'd been hunched over, feeling the pull of an oddly used muscle. "I hope you know I realize how ridiculous this is. I should know everything in this vault. Wouldn't Cosima have left something here if she was prone to journaling?"

"Maybe she wrote only one journal and gave it to the child who went off to America as you said earlier. In any case, not being certain about what's in this vault isn't your fault, Rebecca. If anyone is to blame, it's I." He lifted a hand to take in their tall surroundings. "This is all mine and yet I've no idea what's here."

Rebecca glanced around the high-ceilinged room. Part of a 1920s renovation, it was a veritable bank vault of security with its steel walls, complete darkness when closed off, and more recently, a regulated temperature. "When your father hired me three years ago, one of the pledges I made was to update the inventory system." She saw items she knew were catalogued. "I honestly cannot fathom how I could not know as much about Cosima Hamilton as another branch of your family-one not even English!"

Quentin's gentle laugh echoed off the high metal.

"I've never seen you so perturbed, Rebecca," he said. "I like it."

"Like ... what?"

"Seeing you as frustrated as the rest of us when looking for something."

She raised a brow. "The rest of us?"

He nodded, leaning over to shut the curved lid on the trunk of china she'd been searching. "The rest of humanity, Rebecca. I've always thought nothing could irritate you and you were therefore set apart."

"Never irritated? Perhaps that's because you've not been home when the goats manage their way beyond the gate and rummage one of the gardens, or a nervous bride changes her banquet menu a dozen times, or a corporate manager expects a two-hundred-year-old hall to easily accommodate his electrical needs for an online presentation."

"Perhaps I'll be fortunate enough to witness something along those lines this summer."

She returned his smile. "And may I say I hope not?"

"I'll ring for dinner to be served on the veranda."

Rebecca watched him walk to the telephone mounted just inside the vault door. The exchange line was a precautionary measure, since the vault locked from the outside. Turning back to the last trunk, Rebecca listened to Quentin's voice as he directed Helen. A light dinner. On the veranda. For both of them.

She focused on the task before her. The latches on each side of this last trunk were stiff, but she managed to free them without marring the receptacle. Inside, a quilted dustcover protected the trunk's contents.

This trunk was one of two they had found only a short time ago, hidden from view behind a large Chippendale chiffonier. The first of the two trunks had contained nothing more than a set of china. She'd recognized the pattern immediately; while a popular nineteenth-century style and the number of settings plentiful, it wasn't particularly noteworthy except that it was Irish. It would be disappointing indeed if this second trunk contained only more of the same.

Instead of dishware, she found two small pouches, a set of books tied together with a leather strap, and a wooden box.

Rebecca heard Quentin approach from behind.

"Perhaps we've reached the end of the rainbow," she said, taking up one of the leather-bound books.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted December 15, 2011

    If you enjoy England and historical romance, this book is for you!

    LOVED this book. Didn't want it to end. Great transition from Oak Leaves. Lovely story of God's presence and promises.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2012

    Significant

    I just finished reading both books and had been extremelly impresed on how the author was able to develop such a difficult theme into a possitive learning experience and the relation she was able to trace together withing past and present and the beautiful involvement of God throughout both books. These books are amazing.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2012

    Nice Book

    Not my normal timeframe to read but enjoyed this book

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  • Posted December 23, 2011

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    Hard to get into

    I had a hard time getting into this book.

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  • Posted December 18, 2011

    couldn't do it

    If I can't get invested in the book in the first two chapters, it's not going to happen. Never got past the first two chapters...but it was free, so nothing lost.

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  • Posted December 14, 2011

    Really Good Story

    I read the first book on this series and liked it so much that I decided to read the second one. Like the first book, this story is very well written and keeps the reader interested in what´s going to happen next. I like the way the author goes back and forth between the characters that lived in old England and the contemporary characters. I highly recommend it!

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  • Posted December 13, 2011

    Good

    This was an okay book - good insight on the way "mentally diminished" people were treated. And, the book had a good ending. It isn't the usual genre I read, but I did enjoy it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2011

    On Sparrow Hill...

    What I liked about this story was how every character showed their faith in God and used that faith to shape their lives. They left all of their problems, worries, and future in the hands of God knowing he had everything planned out for them.

    What I didn't like in the book was the character Katie. Even after knowing what kind of person she was and knowing her problem, her character seemed to get annoying, especially when she was part of a problem that occured in the story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2011

    Sweet

    A wonderfully, sweet Christian story that proves that God has a path for us all.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2008

    A reviewer

    After reading The Oak Leaves by Maureen Lang, I was delighted to find the sequel, On Sparrow Hill. In another parallel story, Maureen Lang uses Cosima's letters from 1849 to bring the news of the family affliction to more of her current day ancestors in contemporary England. Can they rise above the family curse to find lasting happiness that only faith in God can bring? I personally recommend this book. It is more than a love story with a lesson on leaning on God.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 30, 2008

    Endearing Family Love Story

    Maureen Lang once again proves her ability to tell a great story and write a great sequel. On Sparrow Hill is the continuation of the family legacy she brought to us in The Oak Leaves. With some new characters and places, Maureen gave us two stories in one in the book, also. Rebecca Seabrooke is the curator for Quentin Hollingsworth's family estate. Her family has worked in this estate for generations and her goal is to preserve its history by making it the most successful historic home in the country. She must overcome the crush she has held on Quentin since their childhoods. They aren't exactly from the same class, after all. Quentin Hollingsworth understands the treasure he has in Rebecca's work as curator, but also in her friendship. When the two of them discover a package of letters in the family vault, written years ago by one of his ancestors, it changes the course of both of their lives. Rebecca and Quentin discover both of their histories are linked and as they uncover family secrets, meet cousins from the United States, and learn that sometimes God's perfect plan is found in the most amazing imperfections, they also find love that crosses classes and time. This book is tender love and grace at its best. Maureen Lang take the challenges of life and makes them into beautiful family treasures. Open the pages of this book and meet characters that will touch your heart and affect your life long after you read the last page.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2008

    A Sequel Worth the Reading

    Rebecca Seabrooke is committed to her work as the curator for the Hollingsworth Estate, an important British family. Secretly, Rebecca has had a crush on Quentin Hollingsworth since childhood. Now he seems interested in her. Could there possibly be a future for them? Of course, the times are different, but could nobility and the servant class become an item without stirring idle gossip? And what of Quentin¿s thoroughbred mother? Respected for her family¿s long history of service to the Hollingsworth, could Rebecca find acceptance as an equal? When 150-year old letters, written by Berrie Hamilton, one of Quentin¿s ancestors, are fount in a vault, Rebecca is reminded that hurdles can be jumped with God¿s help and wisdom. Maureen Lang, in this sequel to The Oak Leaves, has once again weaved engaging parallel stories: that of Berrie Hamilton¿s quest to help a young mentally impaired girl find meaning within her disability, and that of Rebecca Seabrooke¿s struggle against conventionality. Berrie writes her sister-in-law Cosima regarding the hardships she faces as she works to establish an Irish school for the mentally challenged. She fights against an uncaring system and is unwittingly pitted against the brother of one of her students, an Irish Lord. She dislikes her attraction to him. And he reminds her of his distrust of the English. When Quentin¿s English cousins visit, Rebecca is reminded of the struggle Cosima endured regarding her fears of the family curse, the fear of bearing a mentally disabled child. And indeed, in later years, the ancestral gene would carry the Fragile X-Syndrome, a theme prominent in Lang¿s first book, The Oak Leaves, and a reoccurring subplot in this book. A good read from start to finish.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2008

    Don't miss this author!

    When reading Maureen Lang¿s book, On Sparrow Hill, one feels like you are ¿there¿ living the events along with the characters. Empathy, excitement, intrigue, love, and excitement are just a few words that describe feelings evoked. Ms. Lang has the ability to weave and unfold a story involving the past and the present leaving the reader wanting to know the result of how they come together. One feels empathy while reading of the fears and challenges of raising a special needs child. A delightful addition is the word pictures painted such as the ¿cuddle farm¿ where the sheep live. Wonderful reading!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2008

    a lovely romance

    Okay I admit I took one look at the cover and thought to myself, 'oh its one of those stories' it looked like a soft romance story and well I love romance but I normally like a little action in mine. I will admit that I really liked this story once Quinten and Rebecca found the old letters and it transformed us back in time. I really thought that Maureen Lang handled the switching back and forth from historical setting to modern day very well, not once did I fill confused and I was always interested to see what was going on in both settings. I liked the use of the fragile X from the past coming into the future with Dana's sister kid, it brought it to life more having it in both settings. I loved the story about Quentin(high class) and Rebecca(lower class) and how they got past the class differences. Over all it was a great story and I really didn't want it to end. Two thumbs up :)

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    deep family drama

    England¿s National Trust constantly makes job offers that would pay much more and provide greater prestige, but Rebecca Seabrooke prefers to remain manager of Hollinworth Hall. Part of it might be her lingering crush on the owner Quentin Hollinworth, but much is because she needs to prove to herself she can run the best historical site in the country without dependence on her father. Her efforts are paying off as the manor has received a prestigious nomination from the Featherby Education Award although she hopes that proves enough to keep his mother from having him shut the place. An email arrives from West World Genealogy (WWG) in which they claim an American family wants to contact their English Hollinworth cousins as they possess an original 1852 diary belonging to Cosima Escott Hamilton, an ancestor of Quentin. Intrigued they visit the vault to find letters from that period written by Beryl ¿Berrie¿ Hamilton to Cosima. Meanwhile Dana Walker responds to Rebecca¿s email via WWG she claims she possesses Cosima¿s journal brought to America by the Englishwoman¿s youngest son Kip whom Dana says she is his descendent. As Rebecca and Quentin work on understanding his ancestors and hers who have serviced Hamiltons for twelve generations, they admit their love for one another, but his mother objects besides Rebecca believes Lady Caroline is more suited for her employer. --- Once again as Maureen Lang did with the deep family drama that focuses on Fragile X Syndrome and its impact on people (see THE OAK LEAVES), the author provides a powerful tale of two families during the Victorian and contemporary eras. In both periods the key characters seem genuine as comparisons of the aristocracy and their servicing class then and now between the times make for a fascinating drama. Whether it is Berrie opening up a school for the mentally retarded or Quentin¿s mom grieving the coming extinction of the aristocracy due to McDonalds and the Internet, readers will appreciate the well written poignant ON SPARROW HILL. --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 13, 2008

    Not just another novel...

    This is a wonderful book to follow 'Oak Leaves.' I went through a whole range of emotions while reading 'On Sparrow Hill': happiness, sadness, conviction, being challenged, etc. Great romance, too! I will read this again and again!

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