The Preacher's Daughter (Annie's People Series #1)

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Annie's People Book 1- A new series from The New York Times bestselling author of the ABRAM'S DAUGHTERS series! The Preacher's Daughter begins a remarkable journey of heartache and homespun delight—a series readers will find impossible to forget. Paradise, Pennsylvania, is likened to a little slice of heaven on earth...but for Annie Zook—the preacher's eldest daughter—it seems like a dead-end street. She is expected to join the Amish church, but at 20 she is "still deciding." Because of the strict rules that ...

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Overview

Annie's People Book 1- A new series from The New York Times bestselling author of the ABRAM'S DAUGHTERS series! The Preacher's Daughter begins a remarkable journey of heartache and homespun delight—a series readers will find impossible to forget. Paradise, Pennsylvania, is likened to a little slice of heaven on earth...but for Annie Zook—the preacher's eldest daughter—it seems like a dead-end street. She is expected to join the Amish church, but at 20 she is "still deciding." Because of the strict rules that guide the Plain community, she must continually squelch her artistic passion, although it has become her solace. In her signature style, with character depth and unexpected plot twists, beloved novelist Beverly Lewis once again opens the door to the world of the Amish.

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In the first book of a series, beloved novelist Beverly Lewis maps another plot of Amish country. For Annie Zook, the preacher's daughter, Paradise, Pennsylvania, is anything but idyllic. She feels locked in, bereft. As she approaches her 21st birthday, the pressure for joining the church increases, but Annie is split between her creative passion and her sense of continuity. A sensitive, well-written spiritual novel.\
Cindy Crosby
"Beverly Lewis...shows why she's become one of inspirational fiction's queens....The Preacher's Daughter is a sweet tale told with Lewis's practiced hand and [is] sure to delight her fans. Those new to Lewis's novels will especially enjoy the glimpses of Amish life and culture, while longtime fans will appreciate the start of a new series."
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Susan Meissner
"Lewis crafts a charming, intriguing, contemplative tale that will satisfy lovers of classic storytelling, especially those who are drawn to successive fiction."
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Inspirational Romance Writers
"This was an amazing read. Louisa and Annie were truly wonderfully drawn characters that the reader will care about. Although their storyline is the main one throughout the read, Ms. Lewis does introduce the tough subject of spousal abuse and the Amish way of dealing with this topic. This secondary storyline is very important to the storyline between Louisa and Annie. Ms. Lewis brings to life the Amish world. This first book in the Annie's People series is a wonderful introduction to this wonderful community..."
Cynthia Whitten
"Now this is a beautiful story.... The tale gently picks you up and takes you on a tender journey of faith and love, and then to crisis moments involving horribly difficult decisions. The reader really feels for the heroine. This is the first time I've read a Beverly Lewis book. Now I see what all the fuss is about. The end of the story gave me Goosebumps."
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Audrey Lawrence
"Beverley Lewis does a skillful and well-crafted job in bringing Annie's Amish community of Paradise to life. This is a very enjoyable read with well-drawn characters, an underlying intriguing mystery and moral dilemmas. At the end of the book, I just wanted to pick up another, so I was thrilled to learn that this is to be the first in a series."
The Romance Studio
Publishers Weekly
One of Christian fiction's most beloved authors of the gentle read offers a new series called Annie's People, set in Paradise, Pa. It dishes up the same sort of faith-filled story line and Plain People characters Lewis's fans have come to expect. At age 20, Annie Zook is a budding artist, but her conservative Amish community forbids its members to draw or paint pictures. How will she choose between family and vocation? The disappearance of a small child years ago has left scars on various characters, and new developments in the case threaten to open old wounds. Annie's best friend in the community, Esther Hochstetler, finds that her marriage to an abusive man has become a nightmare, while Annie's pen pal, the wealthy Colorado "Englisher" Louisa Stratford (conveniently an art teacher) visits Annie in Paradise to heal from a broken engagement. Both women explore the possibilities of change. Romance, of course, is always waiting in the wings, especially in the character of handsome "Englisher" Ben Martin. Culinary details, glimpses into the workings of Amish life and strong character development help readers stay with the story's multiple changes of perspective. Plot hints in the final pages will keep Lewis's loyal fans eagerly anticipating the next installment. 300,000 first printing. (Oct.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.\
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780764201059
  • Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 11/1/2005
  • Series: Annie's People Series , #1
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 183,273
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.30 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Beverly Lewis

Beverly Lewis, born in Pennsylvania Amish country and both a schoolteacher and an accomplished musician, is now an award-winning, bestselling author. She and her husband, David, live in Colorado.

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The Preacher's Daughter


By BEVERLY LEWIS

Bethany House Publishers

Copyright © 2005 Beverly Lewis
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-7642-0105-0


Chapter One

A late October mist draped itself over fields beseeching the harvest as Annie Zook walked along the narrow road to her Ranck cousins' house. Waving at a half dozen Amish neighbors out raking leaves, she felt all wound up, hoping for at least a few minutes to slip away to Cousin Julia's attic to work on her latest painting. Once her chores were done.

A gray and dismal sort of day was quite perfect for artistic work. Something about the anticipation of eventual sunshine, its warming glow held back by the cheerless clouds, made her feel full, yet achingly empty ... and terribly creative, all at once. Even though the desire to express oneself artistically was considered by her particular district as wrongdoing, she saw no way out whatsoever.

She was still in her rumschpringe, the "in between" years-that murky transition between juvenile immaturity and adulthood ... and church membership. Still, being the daughter of an ordained minister put an unwelcome clamp on her as she struggled to find her bearings. And yet, the thought of disappointing her parents went against the grain of her existence-it was the primary motivation for concealing her love of art.

Annie turned her thoughts away from her life struggle to adorable two-year-old Molly Ranck, Julia'syoungest, who had been scratching herself nearly raw with chicken pox two days ago. Dear thing. It had been all Annie could do to keep her occupied, what with the oatmeal bath and repeated dabs with calamine lotion. So there had not been a speck of time to work on the waiting canvas last visit.

She quickened her pace, somewhat surprised to see Deacon Byler's new house under roof already, and just when had that happened? Then, when she came upon the intersection, she became aware that the Lapps' corn was already going down and they must be filling silo, thus making it easier to see at the crossroads once again. How'd I miss that?

She realized she must have been walking in a fog of her own making since Rudy's parting words three months ago this coming Saturday. How had the changing landscape not registered in her brain?

This must be grief! When you hurt this bad, you push it way down inside. She remembered feeling this gloomy once before in her life, when, as a little girl, she'd stumbled upon Mamm in a mire of tears. But there was no sense in pondering to death that day.

She made a point to be more mindful of the details around her now-shapes, shadows, and depths of color. She took in the hazy morning splendor as it arched freely over muted green stalks, the burgundy-red barn of their English neighbors-the Danz family-coming into view, and the dark roof of the red-sided covered bridge not far from the old gray-stone London Vale Mill.

I'm painting God's creation! she thought, justifying her ongoing transgression.

She thought of her pen pal in Colorado, wanting to squeeze in a few minutes to write a letter to Louisa, who seemed to understand her best these days.

She contemplated the first time she had unintentionally embarrassed her English friend. It had happened early on in their letter writing, when brown-haired Louisa sent a small wallet-sized school photograph of herself, asking for the same from Annie. Not wanting to put Louisa on the spot, Annie had explained that the People didn't take pictures of themselves, carefully following the Ten Commandments: Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image.

So she'd attempted to get around the Scripture and simply drew a colored-pencil self-portrait, showing the oval shape of her face, the single dimple, the soft blue in her eyes, and her golden-blond hair. She had also sketched the sacred symbol-the white heart-shaped head covering with its white ribbons dangling onto the bodice of her light green cape dress.

Such a long time ago, she thought, remembering how Louisa had written back with praise about the drawing, saying she'd immediately framed it for her bedside table. Annie wondered if Louisa still had it.

Here recently Annie had spent a rainy afternoon, counting her letters from Louisa, only to quit after reaching nearly five hundred. Smiling now at her amazing connection, not only with the outside world but with her English friend, she began to swing her arms, enjoying the pleasure of walking instead of having to hitch up the horse and carriage, as she often did to help Mamm on market days.

Yet even as she pretended to be carefree, she could not ignore the pangs of guilt.

Good thing Daed has no idea. She pondered the significance of her actions, or when it came to joining church, her lack thereof.

Sighing, she spied an enclosed gray buggy up ahead, pulled by a prancing steed with shiny new horseshoes. The young woman driver waved urgently. "Annie, is that you?"

Rhoda Esh!

Pleased as pie, Annie waved back just as enthusiastically. "Hullo, there!" she called, hoping Rudy's younger sister might stop and chat a bit.

"I'm so glad I ran into you," Rhoda said, pulling on the reins. She motioned for Annie to get in the buggy. "Come on 'n' ride with me, won't ya? We best be talkin' some."

Annie lifted her skirt and climbed into the buggy.

Right away, Rhoda spoke her mind. "I'm not s'posed to know, prob'ly, but Susie Yoder's cousin's big-mouthed sister said Rudy has been seein' Susie 'stead of you." Rhoda's brown eyes were about as big as gingersnaps.

Annie shrugged. "My lips are zipped."

"Aw, surely ya know something ... after all, Rudy was your beau all them years." Rhoda eyed her curiously and slapped the reins, getting the steed moving again.

"Well, if ya must know, ask him."

"I'm askin' you!"

Annie kept her eyes forward, wishing she might've continued to walk instead of accepting the ride.

"Can't ya give me a hint ... the least little one?" Rhoda pleaded. "Honestly, I'm in your corner. I wouldn't want Susie Yoder for my sister-in-law."

"Oh, why not? She's a right nice girl."

Rhoda paused a moment. Then she said, "Well, I'd have to say it's because she's nothin' like you."

Ain't that the truth, thought Annie.

"Surely Rudy didn't have a fallin' out with ya, did he?"

Puh! Truth was they'd fussed like two cats toward the end. One of them feistier than the other. Even so, Rudy had been the most wonderfully kind-even affectionate-boy she'd ever known during the years of their courtship. She had accepted rides home from Sunday night singing with several other fellows before him, but the minute she'd met Rudy, there was no other for her. Rhoda knew as well as anyone there was nothing bad to report about her own brother. He was not a troublemaker like some fellas. If anything, she had been the problem, unwilling to join church when he was ready to.

"We've parted ways, Rhoda, and that's all I'm gonna say."

Rhoda sniffled, like she might burst out crying, but Annie decided no fit of temper was going to change her mind. What had transpired between Rudy and herself was nobody's business. Least of all Rhoda's, who Annie just realized was something of a tittle-tattle.

They rode a good quarter mile in silence. Then, hesitantly, Rhoda asked, "Where're ya headed?"

"To my cousins, Irvin and Julia's, but I can get out here and walk the rest of the way." She wished Rhoda would take that as a hint to halt the horse.

"No ... no, that's all right. Ain't so far out of my way."

In a few minutes, they arrived at the redbrick house, set back a ways from the road. Irvin Ranck owned a harness shop across the vast meadow behind the house, in a barnlike structure he'd built years ago. Daed had always spoken well of his first cousin. Irvin was a good and honest man, one Mennonite the Amish farmers didn't mind paying for their stable gear. Just maybe that was the reason her father hadn't protested her working for the Rancks, even though Irvin's family had left the Amish church many decades before.

"Denki for the ride," Annie said, hopping down from the carriage.

"I'll be seein' ya" was all Rhoda said with a quick wave.

Hurrying up the walkway to the prim house, Annie spied four-year-old James pushing a toy lawn mower over a pile of leaves in the side yard. "Hullo!" she called and was delighted to see his eager smile.

"Cousin Annie!" the towheaded tyke called, running toward her with open arms.

"How's your little sister?" She gave him a quick squeeze and let him go.

"Oh, Molly's got lots of bumps ... you'll see." James hurried alongside her as they rounded the corner of the house, entered through the back door, and walked upstairs to the nursery.

James was quite right. Molly had oodles more chicken pox bumps than two days ago, wearing mittens now so she couldn't scratch. She was plumped up with several pillows, sitting in her toddler-sized bed made by her father.

"Annie's here ..." said Molly, trying to smile.

"Jah, I'm here, sweet one. And we'll look at lots of books together, all right?" Her heart went out to the little blond girl with eyes blue as cornflowers.

That brought a bigger smile to Molly's face, and James promptly went to the small bookcase and picked up a stack of board books. "These are Molly's favorites," he said, placing them gently in Annie's hands.

Bright-eyed Julia sat on the edge of her daughter's small bed, looking pretty in one of her hand-sewn floral print dresses. She wore her light brown hair in a bun, similar to Annie's, only Julia's was set higher on her head. Atop her bun, she wore the formal cup-shaped Mennonite head covering.

"I need to visit one of my expectant mothers in Strasburg today," Julia said softly. "She wants me present at the birth of her baby in a few weeks. I hope you don't mind."

"Ach, no, we'll be fine," she said. "Won't we?" Annie looked at both children, who were bobbing their heads and smiling.

Cousin Julia went on to say that the word was getting out about her being a "gentle midwife, although I'm not certified at all."

"But you have such a comforting way," Annie commented. "I can see why folks depend on you."

Later, after Julia had left and Annie had read each little book twice, she pulled up the quilted coverlet and smiled down at Molly, already asleep and clinging to her favorite dolly. Annie turned and raised her pointer finger to her lips as she and James tiptoed out of the nursery. "Time now for your nap, too, young man," she whispered, and the boy willingly followed her down the hall.

When James was tucked in, Annie hurried to the attic. Instead of closing the door behind her as usual, she left it wide open, tuning an ear to the children.

Over the years, she had managed to purchase everything she needed to create her landscape paintings, as well as her few attempts at portraits: Irvin and Julia's children, either from memory or from photographs. Naturally, she didn't dare bring even James up here for a sitting. And both Irvin and Julia knew her love for creating was to be held in the closest of confidence, even though Julia had admitted to being tempted to hire a professional tutor for Annie.

Mixing paints on her palette, she dabbed some purple onto the sky, making repeated attempts to blend it to create a rich lavender streak. Next, she gave the clouds a wispy sweep with her brush.

She eyed the canvas and scrutinized the creek bed and cluster of trees. She had stood on that very spot some weeks back, studying and pondering what precisely had happened there so long ago. But now she checked off each aspect of the painting in her mind ... the sunlight twinkling on the wide stream, the covered bridge, the density of the trees, the depth of gray and the basket-weave texture of the trunks, complete with thorns protruding from trunk and limb. And the pale autumn yellow of the leaves.

The trees could not be climbed due to the wicked thorns, yet locust wood was the toughest kind, much stronger than cedar. It made the best fence posts, too, according to her eldest brother, Jesse, soon to be considered a master carpenter.

Annie stood in the middle of the unfinished garret where the easel had been positioned so that light from the two dormer windows, especially in the afternoon, could spill around the canvas like a crown. But the grayness outdoors was hardly adequate today, so Annie turned on the recessed lighting, which Irvin had so kindly installed last year. She always felt a thrilling sensation when flicking on the light switch.

Going back now to stand before the painting, she contemplated the waft and wisp of clouds. Several bluebirds populated the painting, one in flight, two others perched on a distant branch-feathery flecks of color.

Something's missing....

She moved closer, her brush poised. The connection of hand to brush and brush on canvas sometimes triggered something important, something subconscious pulled into awareness.

Holding her breath, she touched her brush to the first tree.

The long swing, that's what!

Steadying her hand, she drew a thin line down. Jah ... good.

Suddenly, she heard her name being called. "Annie!" The sound came from downstairs. "Are you up there, Annie?"

Someone-who?-was coming up the staircase!

"I'm here," she called back, her heart in her throat.

"What the world are ya doin' up there?"

Now she recognized the voice as her sister-in-law Sarah Mae.

No ... no, dear Lord God, no!

Dropping her brush, she grabbed the nearest rag and began to wipe the paint off her hands. She heard Sarah Mae's footsteps on the wide-plank hallway at the base of the stairs and her heart began pounding.

She's going to discover my secret!

Quickly Annie stepped out of the studio, pulled the door closed behind her, and ran down the staircase, bumping into Sarah Mae as she did. "Oh, hullo," she managed to say.

Sarah Mae's round face was flushed and her blue eyes were inquisitive. "I knocked on the front door but guessed the children were asleep, so I just let myself in."

Annie nodded, feeling nearly dizzy with fright.

"What're ya doin' clear up here?" asked Sarah Mae. Then, without waiting for a reply, she added, "Does Julia have you redd up her attic, too?"

Not wanting to lie, Annie paused, thinking what to say, stumbling over several answers in her head. She stared down at the rag and said, "Jah, I'm cleanin' up a bit."

"Well, I stopped by to see if you'd be wantin' a ride home, since it looks to be turning a bit cold ... and I'm headed there to drop off some blueberry jam to Mamm."

"I need to stay put till Julia returns. But denki-thank you."

Sarah Mae nodded, "All right, then." She inched her way backward down the narrow staircase.

Whew! Annie blew out a puff of air. I must be more careful!

Chapter Two

Following a supper of lamb loaf, scalloped asparagus, buttered carrots, homemade bread with Sarah Mae's blueberry jam, and topped off with Mamm's well-loved misty mint salad, Annie washed and dried the dishes, taking pleasure in redding up. Mamm put away the few leftovers in their new gas-powered refrigerator, then swept the floor.

Soon her father wandered to the corner cupboard and took down the big family Bible for evening reading and silent prayers. He went and poked his head out the back door and called for Yonie, just turned nineteen last week, Luke, seventeen, and Omar, fifteen months younger than Luke-all courting age.

Annie had heard Daed refer quite often to his "empty wallet" now that Omar was sixteen. The price of a good road horse was twenty-five hundred dollars, not to mention her father's purchase of a new open buggy for Luke, close to three thousand dollars. All this with Daed being something of a penny-pincher, too. But a new horse and buggy assured each boy attendance at the all-important Sunday night singings, as well as other necessary activities during rumschpringe-the running-around years before a young person settled down to marry. (Continues...)



Excerpted from The Preacher's Daughter by BEVERLY LEWIS Copyright © 2005 by Beverly Lewis . Excerpted by permission.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 16, 2012

    Wonderful book and series!

    I LOVED this book!!!! I thought it was really good it kept me on the edge of my seat!!!! I was so glad when i finished this one that i had the other from the library downstairs!!! I would recomend this to people who like amish books, mysterys and
    Beverly Lewis;)!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2008

    UNCHALLENGING, SIMPLISTIC BOOK

    This is an unchallenging, rather simplistic book, good enough to amuse but nothing more. The idea is there, the background is there, the knowledge is there and yet something rather bland comes out of it. It could've been better, more moving, more real. This story is okay if you don't expect much and don't care for layered characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 13, 2007

    Exemplary

    This book was clearly the product of a fine and discplined mind...I would like to see more of this kind of writing, not to mention a motion picture made... A very rewarding experience indeed...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2007

    Too much jumping around

    I liked the book but I thought it jumped around too much from subject to subject, still I want more. I want to hurry and connect the peach seed with Zeke's missing brother and to see Annie and Ben fall in love.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2006

    An Escape from the Modern World

    I love Beverly Lewis' books. They provide an escape from the modern world but show that the Amish life may be simple but its people still face complications and trials in their lives. Ms. Lewis does however present a different view of the world through her characters and offers the reader a way to sort through life to find the core of what is truly important. This book is especially great because she dedicates much of the book not only to Annie Zook and the Amish characters but also to Louisa and some of the non-amish characters. It is interesting to see how these different people are able to coexist, interact and even come to appreciate the others differences. In fact, the differences in each character seem to encourage the others to look within themselves and question their own beliefs and lifestyle. Each character eventually realizes what he or she is doing well and what things could maybe stand to change. Highly recommend this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2006

    Simple, plain yet complicated

    I really enjoyed reading this book. I am a big fan of beverly lewis' books.I got the book from my grandma for christmas. I love how beverly lewis captivates you in a story of love. loss and yearning. I am inpatiently waiting for her next book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2005

    A great peach pit mystery!!!

    Once again, Beverly Lewis includes just enough of the big mystery to draw readers into book 2. WHEN WILL IT BE OUT? This book introduces the Zook family, Annie's own. For years now, Annie has had an outsider pen pal who, for reasons all her own, has now reached out to the simple life of the Amish. Louisa is a big part of this book, and gives advice to Annie that most readers may find out of character for an outsider. Both girls have a secret, Annie is drawn to a forbidden activity and Lou is running from an unbearable relationship. Spoiled and very rich, Lou's life is a complete opposite of Annie's, yet they become best of friends when finally they meet. Beverly has introduced several families who will no doubt play an important role in subsequent books, a family with an abusive Amish husband, and an outspoken relative's family who is Mennonite and seems to have tremendous influence on the community plus a new young man who I am just positive will be a huge part of book 2. I enjoyed this book and would have given it 5 stars had I not already consumed so many of Lewis' books and this one is just a tad bit less grabbing and consuming, still, I am going to be watching for book 2 in this series, Annie's People. Thank you Beverly.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 26, 2005

    kjy, EXCELLENT/Must Read

    Topping (Abram's Daughters) series would seem the impossible. Somehow Beverly manages to leave you yearning for more of what's good and wholesome. The only problem I see with her new series, (Annie's People) is waiting for it's second installment. I have read everything this author has written. I only wish her to write faster!

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