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Pregnant?by a man who will never know or care. Gloria, born into a life of prostitution, sees only one solution: get rid of the child. But then she meets John William MacGregan, a miner, left with a newborn daughter and no one to care for her when his wife died during childbirth. So John and Gloria strike a deal. Gloria will care for Kate, and John will eventually raise her son. There is no offer of, nor seeking for, a hand in marriage. When John leaves the mines...
Pregnant—by a man who will never know or care. Gloria, born into a life of prostitution, sees only one solution: get rid of the child. But then she meets John William MacGregan, a miner, left with a newborn daughter and no one to care for her when his wife died during childbirth. So John and Gloria strike a deal. Gloria will care for Kate, and John will eventually raise her son. There is no offer of, nor seeking for, a hand in marriage. When John leaves the mines to seek his fortune in the new Oregon Territory , Gloria, Kate, and baby Danny must go with him. Yanked away from a life of prostitution, Gloria must finally face the pain that has always plagued her, and her longings for a home, a family, and a life free from shame. Ten Thousand Charms is a beautiful tale of an empty heart floundering…and falling straight into the arms of Christ.
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“If you took Fran cine River 's classic Redeeming Love and merged it with Janette Oke's quaint prairie style, you could almost envision the masterpiece Allison Pittman has created with her poignant tale of God's redemptive power. If you're in need of a fresh touch of God's grace, Ten Thousand Charms is the story for you.”
-Janice Thompson, author of Hurricane
“Are you thirsty, weary, or heavy laden? Come—rest and let Allison Pittman take you to another place and time where you will find joy resting in the arms of Jesus.”
-Lauren L. Briggs
“Ten Thousand Charms is a terrific debut for writer Allison Pittman, a tale of love and redemption that grabs you and won’t let go. It will leave you like it left me—anxious to see this author’s future work.”
-James Scott Bell, bestselling author of Presumed Guilty
Story Behind the Book
“Having grown up watching reruns of Gunsmoke , I knew all about Miss Kitty and the prostitute-with-a-heart-of-gold cliché. But when I looked at those women, I couldn’t imagine their hearts full of gold. Their hearts were just empty. That’s when Gloria was conceived. The story itself came about much later, when at church we sang ‘Come Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy.’ The chorus promises, ‘In the arms of my dear Savior there are ten thousand charms.’ This was the gold Gloria’s heart needed. I wanted to write a story about a woman who falls into the arms of Christ, not even really knowing that she is seeking Him.”
—Allison K. Pittman
Gloria forced herself to take another step. Then another. And another. For most of the journey, she'd been lucky enough-and pretty enough-to ride along with supply wagons and men migrating to another promised land. But her luck ran out at the opening of this narrow, winding pass.
"Ain't nothin' up there to go to," her latest anonymous benefactor had said. "There's a little camp called Silver Peak, but it don't have no future. Prob'ly gonna close down next year."
"I have friends there," Gloria said.
"I just bet you do." His leer gave Gloria a momentary hope that he would take her up the pass, but he insisted that the journey was too dangerous for his rig.
"Ain't but about seven miles," he said, dismissing her from his wagon seat. "Get started now and you might make it before dark."
For once, a man's promise turned out to be true, because it was nearing dusk as Gloria rounded the last bend. In fact, there was just enough light for her to get a glimpse of something red.
The red-shingled roof was the trademark of any Jewell Gunn fancy house, and the closest reference Gloria had to a home. Now it served as a beacon, guiding Gloria's steps until the entire establishment-hugeand gaudy compared to its rough-hewn neighbors-came into view.
As she approached, the closest thing Gloria had to a friend, Jewell herself, leaned out a second-story window. Dressed in a silk robe wrapped haphazardly at the waist, Jewell planted her elbows firmly on the sill.
Gloria shifted her bag to a fresh hand, straightened her shoulders, and forced a spring into her final steps as she set her eyes firmly on the door.
She needs to be the one to call to me.
Within minutes, Jewell's distinctive whiskey voice filled the yard.
"Well, Glory-be it's Glori-A!" It was the phrase Jewell coined whenever she paraded the young Gloria through a crowded parlor. "Lord, girl, if I hadn't seen your feet movin', I'da swore you was the mangled mess of a bobcat snack."
"Is that right?" Gloria set her case down, planted her hands on her hips, and tried to keep the quaver out of her voice. "And if I didn't know you were the richest woman in Wyoming Territory, I'd swear you were some old whore seein' the first light of day."
There was a beat during which Gloria wondered if she had gone too far, but then Jewell leaned further out the window and said, as if shouting a secret, "All us rich women are whores, honey. I'm just not one who needs to hide it."
The first thing Gloria did upon entering the house was drop her bag in the hall.
"Would you like to sit down, miss?"
It was an impossibly small voice, one Gloria might have missed altogether if there had been a breeze to rustle the curtains.
"Some water, please, would be nice," Gloria said. She sank gratefully into overstuffed cushions, feeling guilty for asking this little person to fetch anything. The girl was every bit as slight as her voice.
"Nothing to eat? Some bread? Cheese? An apple? One of the men shot a goose. We're roasting it, but it won't be ready for hours."
Gloria ignored the now familiar rumble in her stomach. "Just water, thanks."
The little one turned to leave, and in her haste ran headlong into a newly dressed and coiffed Jewell.
"Fetch a light supper for our guest, Biddy," Jewell said once she'd set the reeling girl straight on her feet again.
"She says she just wants some water, ma'am." Biddy's voice grew smaller with each syllable.
"Nonsense," Jewell's voice addressed Biddy while her eyes remained fixed on Gloria. "Boil some tea. Toast some bread and open that last jar of marmalade."
Biddy scuttled out of the room.
"Sorry we don't have a fatted calf," Jewell said, "but then you're not exactly the prodigal son, are you?"
"Darlin', you are ignorant."
Gloria nodded in the direction of Biddy's exit. "So is this a whorehouse or an orphanage?"
"You tell me," Jewell said, wedging herself into a chair just opposite of Gloria.
"I'm not exactly an orphan."
"When'd your ma die?"
"It's been a few years."
"She held on a long time."
Gloria ran a fingernail along the edge of the dried mud on her boots sending crumbs of her journey onto Jewell's braided rug. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jewell's reaching hand and stopped.
"You coulda stayed with me," Jewell said. "I could have made you something special."
"As special as Mama?" Gloria looked up at Jewell.
"It's not my fault she got sick."
"She got sicker after you kicked us out."
Just then the door opened and Biddy made her way into the room, carefully balancing a tray, which she set on a small table in front of the parlor's sofa.
"We can talk some more later," Jewell said. "Right now, eat."
She woke up naked and nestled underneath a heavy down coverlet. Her mind struggled through fog to capture memories from the previous night. She ate toast. She drank tea. And then black.
"Your little journey must have wore you out." Jewell was sitting once again at her open window; the early morning chilled the room. Jewell closed the window, crossed the room, and sat on the corner of the bed.
"I tried shakin' you, callin' you, but you'd have none of that. I figured freezin' would be the gentlest way."
Gloria tried to croak out a response, maybe an apology, but her tongue was like cotton in her mouth. No noise.
Jewell took a glass of water from the nightstand and watched Gloria struggle to one elbow before handing it to her.
"We had a slow one last night," Jewell said while Gloria forced the water down her throat. "I actually had a chance to get some rest." She leaned toward Gloria in a gesture of conspiracy. Her breath reeked of coffee and sleep. "I hope you don't mind sharin' a bed with some old whore."
"That depends," Gloria rasped, testing the taste of words. "Who else was invited?"
Jewell snorted and snatched the glass away. "I've got a house full of healthy girls. Why would I waste my reputation on a half-dead path rat like you?"
"Sorry." Gloria turned her back and drew the coverlet over her shoulders.
"Especially one in your condition. How far gone are you?"
Gloria turned back to face Jewell, clutched the coverlet to her chin.
"Is that why you're here? Did you expect me to get rid of it for you?"
"Not until you start tellin' me the truth," Jewell said. "How far gone did you say?"
"That's what I figured. You're stick-thin except for that little bump. Ain't you been eatin'?"
"I've been traveling." Gloria sat up again and reached for the water. "I thought you might, well, help me with it."
"You mean get rid of it."
"You did it for Mama once."
"Yes, I did. And for others, too. Some lived, some died. But none were as far gone as you, at least not that I knew goin' into it. So, now that that's off the table, what's your next plan?"
"I don't have a next plan. I was counting on-"
"Well stop countin' on that. So who is he?"
"The King of France," Jewell said. "Who do you think? Who's the father?"
Gloria chuckled. "The King of France."
Jewell did not chuckle back.
"I could pay you. I have money, nearly-"
Jewell brought up a hand. "Biddy checked your bag last night. You don't have a dime. I checked your clothes while you were asleep. Couldn't find a dollar."
"It's sewn up in the hem of my dress. Some of it, anyway."
"So that's how you trust me?"
"No," Gloria said. With each sentence her voice became stronger. "That's how I trust the world. I came here on foot remember? You think I'm going to walk from camp to camp toting my money like a picnic lunch?"
A slight shrug granted that point to Gloria, but the next breath brought back the voice of accusation.
"So I ask you again, who's the father? Better yet, what makes you think he's here?"
"I didn't come here looking for any man," Gloria said. "I came here looking for you."
Now Jewell did laugh. "Listen, missy. A girl like you could pull in five hundred a night in Virginia City. Why would anyone walk away from that to hide out in the woods? You're runnin' away from somethin'."
Jewell got up from the bed and crossed the room. A brocade dressing gown was strewn across a chair. She picked it up and held it out to Gloria, who took it and shrugged her arms into the sleeves before emerging from the bed.
"Leaving's not the same as running," she said, wrapping the warm material around her and cinching the belt with a determined knot.
"I ain't so sure of that," Jewell said, heading for the door. "Let's go downstairs and get some breakfast and we'll see which it is."
A fire was already burning in the large cookstove that dominated one wall of the kitchen. Along a second wall, a washbasin overflowed with dirty dishes. The odor of the previous night's roasted goose lingered, the smell of it colliding with the early morning nausea somewhere near the top of Gloria's throat.
Jewell walked over to the stove and lifted a burner to stir the embers within.
"Sounds fine," Gloria said. Her hunger was nearly unbearable by now.
"I'll cook, you talk," Jewell said.
Gloria took a deep breath and began the story she'd rehearsed with every step up this mountain.
"Just after Mama died, I left California. Went straight to Virginia City. I walked right up to the biggest, fanciest house in the district and said, 'My name's Gloria. I'll have them lined up at the door.' The first two places turned me down, then spent the next two years fighting to get me back."
"Who'd you work for?"
"Cat House Ellie? She's a tough one."
"Not if you're bringing in money."
"Is it true what I hear about the money in Virginia City? I heard some gals could bring in a thousand a night."
Gloria flashed her perfected sly smile. "It's true."
Jewell stopped in mid-whisk and gave Gloria a look full of suspicion and resentment.
"What can I say?" Gloria assumed a dramatic pose. "I inherited my mother's charm and it paid off handsomely."
"Knowin' Ellie, she was the one gettin' paid. She always took more of a cut than I ever thought was fair."
"That's if she knew how much a girl was bringing in."
By now the coffee was brewed, and its aroma filled the warm kitchen. Gloria inhaled the smell of breakfast and let out a small sigh.
Jewell scooped a pile of scrambled eggs out of the iron skillet and onto a clean blue plate. Next to the eggs she plopped two biscuits fresh from the oven. This she set in front of Gloria with a steaming cup of coffee.
"Sugar? Don't have no milk."
"So, when did you get caught?" Jewell poured herself a cup of coffee and settled across from Gloria with her own plate of food.
"What makes you think I did?"
"You're here. You're broke."
Gloria popped a bite of piping hot biscuit into her mouth and savored the sensation as it crumbled, melted, and found its way to her waiting stomach. She allowed herself one more bite, plus a forkful of eggs and a sip of coffee before continuing.
"We all got caught," Gloria said, gesturing with her fork. "All of us in Ellie's house. Everyone in the district, really. The wives of the town went on a rampage."
"They got to put their upturned noses in everything, don't they?"
Gloria continued to eat, making every effort to remember to chew.
"Ellie said we all had to pay our fines out of our own money. I knew if I sent her to my stash, she'd find out I'd been cheating her, so I told her I'd used all my money ordering a silk gown custom made in France. She let me sit in jail for a month."
For a minute the only sound was the scrape of Gloria's fork.
"I was in jail when I realized I was pregnant," she said, not looking up. "I knew when I got out Ellie'd never keep me on, and eventually she'd learn that there wasn't any dress coming from France. So one night I just left."
Jewell had been steadily eating throughout Gloria's story. Now she set down her fork and reached for a small tin in the middle of the table. From it she drew out a pinch of tobacco and a small white rolling paper. Neither woman spoke again until the paper was licked, sealed, and lit with a match struck across the bottom of Jewell's shoe.
"Why here?" She puffed a bit of smoke, grimaced, and plucked a bit of loose tobacco off her bottom lip. "Why me?"
"Where else? I needed someplace where I could be safe."
"Everything," Gloria said.
"And you think you're safe with me?" Jewell's voice was a mixture of curiosity and insult.
"As safe as anywhere, I guess."
Jewell stubbed the rest of her cigarette out in a half-eaten biscuit just as Gloria made a move to snatch it off the plate. "Where's the money?"
Gloria made every effort to hold Jewell's gaze. "Locked up in a bank back in Virginia City. But I have a little with me. I just need to hole up here for a while. I can pay."
"Forget pay. You plannin' to work?"
Gloria looked around the kitchen. Dirty dishes were piled everywhere.
"I can clean up."
"That I expect. You know what I mean." "Maybe in the spring. I figure my time will come in March, so ..."
"I got two little one-rooms out back. I was hoping to expand this spring. Looks like I got my wish. You can take one of those."
Jewell heaved herself up from the table and walked toward the kitchen door. Gloria got up, too, and searched for a bucket to take to the pump outside. When she found it, she turned to leave and was surprised to find Jewell hadn't yet left the room.
"One more thing, missy," Jewell said, pointing an accusing finger. "Don't for a minute think you're gonna saddle me with this kid while you skip off back to the big money."
Gloria let her mouth fall open. "Jewell!" she exclaimed, bringing a hand to her heart. "What makes you think I'm capable of that?"
"'Cause that's what I'd do if I was in your boots." Jewell pointed to Gloria's bare feet, winked and walked out the door.
Excerpted from Ten Thousand Charms by ALLISON PITTMAN Copyright © 2006 by Allison Pittman. Excerpted by permission.
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Posted December 5, 2009
Overall, this was a great book, but it is similar to lots of historical Christian fiction, so if you're looking for something really different from your typical Hosea/Woman at the well retelling, this book isn't it. Having said that, I personally can get past the fact that there are many books with this theme, and I really enjoyed it. I read the whole thing in two evenings, and really loved and I am now passing it around my circle of book-reading friends.
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Posted January 29, 2009
Ten Thousands Charms was such an emotionally gripping story that I had trouble putting it down. But even when I had to work and do other things, I was still thinking about the story. I know so many women like Gloria who have been so hurt that they are emotionally dead inside and when someone offers them hope, they are terrified. I could totally see that struggle in Gloria and it was a beautiful thing to watch how God slowly wooed her to Himself through the love of believers. And while no one in this story was even close to perfect, they were totally believeable and likeable characters. John William was heroic in so many ways even with the flaws he carried with him. And Gloria was such a good mother to the babies. It was impossible not to grow to love her as she cared for the children and learned how to take care of herself and her 'family,' which was the one thing she never believed she would experience in her lifetime. My eyes filled with tears every time Gloria took a tiny step in faith. There were so many things she learned, and the reader learns along with her as she learns to trust. The author also does a fantastic job writing the male point of view and the intense emotions John and Gloria both felt, both positive and negative. I highly recommend this story because it nurtures both the heart and the spirit, and because I loved, loved, loved it!
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Posted May 21, 2014
I flew through this book-- such a fun read. My one grievance is that the end of the book felt more like the end of a chapter. I was still asking *avert your eyes if you haven't read it yet!!!* what about the money in the curtains? Is Jewell going to find her and get what was "owed"? Are Maureen and the pastor getting together? What happens now with John William and Gloria?!?!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 22, 2011
Posted March 13, 2008
I thought this book was great! Once I started reading it it was hard to put down and I hated to see the book end. The story between Gloria and John was wonderful and as soon as I finished this book I went out and got her second book 'Speak through the Wind.' This is a very good author and I hope she keeps on writing cause I'll keep reading her books. Please read this book, you will love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 6, 2008
Ok I don't usually read mushy stuff, and there is that in Ten Thousands Charms. But it's like this, I met the author, Allison K. Pittman, at the Glorietta Writer's conference and she critiqued a chapter of my next book, Bozra, the Unprepared Shepherd. I really liked her suggestions, so it seemed like a really good idea to check out her writing, for educational purposes that is. I did get bogged down in the romance parts and looked over my shoulder more than once to see if anyone was looking at what I was reading. Why? - because in case it is not obvious I am a guy - with a black belt and all - and a bit of a caveman mentality when it comes to my public romantic image. Not that I'm not sensitive, but even my wife of 38 years will tell you, she married a man and the sensitivity needs are rare - get over it - move on already. No, she is all lady. A career lady, and definitely not the feminista type. She appreciates me opening the door and picking up the check, but also ready to stand up for her and fix things when they're broke. She expects my shoulders to be broad yet soft. Actually it gets a little complicated, so back to the book. It is compelling. Rough in all the right places and a little sexy too. The twist and turns on the frontier are totally believable from a man's perspective. The ending is - well you better just find out for yourself - so get yourself a copy and get back to me, and if you're a guy, it'll be just between you and me.
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Posted June 12, 2006
Although compared to Francine Rivers' Redeeming Love, Allison Pittman's Ten Thousand Charms stands on its own merit. It is a different story. Instead of Hosea and Gomer, it's loosely the story of David and Bathsheba. Pittman's characters are well written and multi-faceted. While I felt one of the conflicts introduced wasn't fully developed, there was enough thrown at Gloria to make the read satisfying. I liked the way Pittman ended the book, leaving the reader to imagine the rest. Pittman has delivered a beautiful picture of how God takes the worst of humanity and washes us clean. A murderer and a prostitute¿neither one able to outrun God's amazing grace and love.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 29, 2006
Ten Thousand Charms opens with an unlikely character for a Christian novel. Gloria is a pregnant prostitute hoping to find assistance from her former Madam, Jewell, to abort her child. Jewell, instead, offers Gloria cleaning duties and a one-room shanty behind her brothel until the baby arrives. Up the road from Jewell¿s red roofed cathouse live John William MacGregan and his pregnant wife, Katherine. Their two very different worlds collide when Katherine dies giving birth to a daughter. Out of necessity, John William and Gloria strike a deal. She¿ll nurse his child and he¿ll raise her son. As John William and Gloria journey from Silver Peak¿s mining community to farmland in Oregon, the reader becomes entangled in their imperfect lives, truly caring what becomes of them. In Oregon, Maureen Brewster, a recently widowed farm owner, becomes a friend, mentor and mother to Gloria. Her tender influence adds another finely tuned thread to God¿s tapestry of redemption. Allison Pittman¿s debut novel certainly hooked me with her honest voice, quick wit and engaging dialogue. Mix her superb writing with Ten Thousand Charms¿ unusual host of characters and a plot that crosses traditional boundaries, and you¿ve got a novel readers can¿t put down. Pittman¿s poignant tale captures the essence of God¿s love and the depths He undertakes to give grace, even to ¿the least¿ of us. Ten Thousand Charms grabbed my heart from the first page and kept me under its allure to the very last word.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 9, 2008
Pregnant Gloria returns to the nearest thing she can call home, Jewel Gunn¿s fancy brothel in Silver Peak, Wyoming Territory where she expects her former mentor to perform an abortion for her. However, Gloria changes her mind, but plans to abandon the baby at the brothel so she can reclaim her freedom. Also pregnant is haughty Katherine, wife of miner John William MacGregan. The two women give birth with Gloria surviving quite nicely after her daughter is born while Katherine dies after her son is born.--------------- John pays Gloria to be his son¿s ¿milk cow¿. However, when he concludes that the mine will close soon, he persuades Gloria to take her child and come with him and his son to start over in Oregon. She agrees to remain the cow if he raises her daughter as is her plan being to leave them once the infants no longer depend on her milk. As she meets the kind Maureen Brewster who encourages her to believe that even a whore has room in the Lord¿s tent, tragedy strikes the unorthodox family, which in the past would have driven Gloria away, but this time she has a chance for a better life if she accepts God¿s grace.-------------- This is an interesting Americana romantic character study that looks deep into the mindset of a prostitute who sees a bleak future for herself. The cozy story line allows the reader to understand Gloria and why she feels the Lord would never accept someone like her. John and Maureen add friendship, love, and belief to the fine mid nineteenth century tale, but this is Gloria¿s story.------------------- Harriet KlausnerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 7, 2011
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