Dorothy Lynn Dunbar has everything she ever wanted: her family, her church, her community, and plans to marry the young pastor who took over her late father’s pulpit. Time spent in the woods, lifting her heart and voice in worship accompanied by her brother’s old guitar, makes her life complete . . . and yet she longs for something more.
Spending a few days in St. Louis with her sister’s family, Dorothy Lynn discovers a whole new way of lifemovies, music, dancing; daring fashions and fancy cars. And a dynamic charismatic evangelist . . . who just happens to be a woman. When Dorothy Lynn is offered a chance to join Aimee Semple McPherson’s crusade team, she finds herself confronted with temptations she never dreamed of. Can Dorothy Lynn embrace all the Roaring Twenties has to offer without losing herself in the process?
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All for a SongA NOVEL
By ALLISON PITTMAN
Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2013 Allison Pittman
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Chapter OneLATE. Late. Late.
She could feel both moss and mud caught up between her toes as she ran across the soft carpet of the forest floor. With one hand she clutched her cardboard-covered journal to her heart. The other gripped the neck of the guitar slung across her back. Every few steps, the strings would brush against her swiftly moving hip and elicit an odd, disjointed chord.
It was too dark for shadows, meaning Ma would have supper on the table. Maybe even eaten and taken off again. Bad enough Dorothy Lynn hadn't been home in time to help with the fixing, but to be late to the eating—well, there was no excuse.
The dark outline of her family home stood off in the distance, soft light coming through the windows. And then through the front door, when the familiar silhouette of her mother came forth in shapely shadow.
Dorothy Lynn slowed her steps. Ma always said a lady shouldn't run unless a bear was on her tail. Now, to Dorothy Lynn's surprise, Ma actually came down off the porch and, with quick, striding steps, met her at the edge of the stone footpath that ran from the main road to their front door.
"Dorothy Lynn Dunbar, I promise you are goin' to make me into an old woman."
Even in this new darkness, Dorothy Lynn could tell that her mother was far from old—at least by all outward appearances. Her face was smooth like cream, and her hair, the color of butterscotch, absent even a single strand of gray. She wore it coiled into a swirling bun that nestled in a soft pouf.
"I'm so sorry—"
"Not that you've ever been a great deal of use in such things, but even an extra hand to peel potatoes would be nice."
"So, is he here?"
"Been here for nearly an hour. He's been entertained, looking through some of your pa's books, but he's here to have supper with you, not your mother."
"Wouldn't surprise me if he was just here for the books. They served Pa well all his years behind the pulpit."
Three wide steps led to her home's front porch. Ma hesitated at the first step and dropped her voice to a whisper. "From the way he talks about you, your pa's books are the last thing on his mind." Ma's face was bathed in light from the eight-pane glass window, her smile as sly as any fox.
Dorothy Lynn brought her face nearly nose-to-nose with her mother's. "I think you're crazy. Could be he thinks I'm just a silly girl."
"A silly, pretty girl. Or one who would be pretty, if her hair weren't scattered out wild as wheat stalks after a windstorm. If I didn't know better, I'd say he'd be askin' Pa for your hand most any day. Guess he'll have to settle for askin' me."
Dorothy Lynn clutched her pages tighter, willing herself to match Ma's excitement. "Well, I'd think if he was going to ask anyone, it'd be me."
Ma looked instantly intrigued. "Has he?"
Dorothy Lynn lured her closer. "There's hardly any time between the kissing."
Shocked but clearly amused, Ma turned and resumed her ascension, her old-fashioned skirts swaying with authority. At the top, she looked back over her shoulder and said, "Leave that," indicating the guitar.
Without question, Dorothy Lynn wriggled out from the strap and placed the guitar gently on the swing, knowing she'd bring it in before the night was through. Then, as her mother held the screen-covered door wide, she walked inside to take the first step on the smooth, varnished floor.
"So, has our wood sprite returned?"
Brent Logan, looking entirely too comfortable in Pa's leather chair, glanced up from the thick green tome open on his lap. A Commentary on the Letters of Paul. Pa's favorite.
"She has." Ma's voice was at least ten degrees cooler than the temperature outside.
Brent stood, and the minute he did so, all thoughts of Pa sidestepped behind the commanding presence of a man who seemed perfectly at ease in another's home. He had broad shoulders and thick, strong arms, testifying to a life of good, honest labor. He might have been taken for a local farm boy, but there was a softness to him too. His hair—free of any slick pomade—tufted just above his brows, which at this minute arched in amusement at her disheveled appearance. Were her mother not standing here, Dorothy Lynn knew she would be wrapped in those strong arms—swept up, maybe—and he'd kiss away each smudge. The thought of it made her blush in a way she never would if they were alone.
"Sorry I kept supper waiting," she said, rather proud of the flirtatious air she was able to give her words, despite her ragged appearance.
Ma caught her arm, turning her none too gently in the direction of her room. "Why don't you go wash up, honey-cub, while I get supper on the table?"
Any womanly charm Dorothy Lynn might have been able to muster came crashing down around her at her mother's singsong tone and that detestable nickname.
"Honestly, Ma," she said, rolling her eyes straight to Brent, who had the grace to avert his gaze. Instead, he'd wandered over to the fireplace to look at the pictures on the mantel. The largest, in the center, was her brother, Donny, looking more like a boy playing dress-up than a man in uniform, ready to go to war. On each side of Donny were wedding photos: Ma and Pa's, in which Ma—standing—was only a head or so taller than Pa, who sat tall in a straight-backed chair, and her sister Darlene's, which featured the same wedding dress worn by the bride, whose new husband stood by her side.
Those in the photographs were long gone. Darlene's husband was an automobile salesman in St. Louis, and though the battles had ended, Donny had yet to come home after the Great War. The world is to big, he'd once written in purposeful, albeit misspelled, block letters on the back of a New York City postcard. I aim to see what I can.
On the far end of the mantel, Dorothy Lynn's high school graduation photo showed her in half profile, gazing into an unknown future.
Brent took her picture off the mantel. "This was last year?"
"Two years ago," Dorothy Lynn said.
"Do you have any idea what you were thinking about?"
"Not really." But she did. The photographer had told her to look just beyond his shoulder and to imagine her future—all the adventures life would hold for a young woman born into this new century—and she'd thought about that single road leading out of Heron's Nest, the one that took her brother and sister off to such exciting lives. Every time she looked at that photograph, she saw that road—except tonight, when she saw her future cradled in Brent Logan's hands.
"It's beautiful," he said, and though he was looking straight at the picture, Dorothy Lynn felt his words wash right over her, straight through the dirt and grime.
"Give me five minutes," she said, eager to be some semblance of that beautiful girl again.
* * *
Despite the lateness of the hour, Ma showed no inclination of bringing the evening to an end, and Brent seemed even less eager to leave. The night had turned too cool to sit on the front porch, so the threesome gathered in the front room, where Dorothy Lynn placed a tray laden with dessert and coffee on the table in the center. No sooner had Brent taken a seat on the sofa than Ma stretched and let out an enormous yawn.
"Why, look at the time. Is it nearly nine o'clock already?" She handed a large serving of cobbler to Brent and one half the size to Dorothy Lynn. "Honest folks ought to be in bed by this hour."
"I don't see how time can have any kind of a hold on a person's character," Dorothy Lynn said.
"I think your mother's saying that there's a natural rhythm to life and days."
"That's right," Ma said, shooting him an unabashedly maternal gaze. "The good Lord has them numbered and allotted, and we ought to rest easy within the hours he gives. I never knew your pa to be up five minutes past ten."
At the mention of Paul Dunbar, every touch of a fork took on a deafening clamor.
"Three months ago today," Ma said, marking the anniversary of the day Pa left this world after a short battle with a vicious cancer. She returned her plate to the tray and stood.
"You're not having any, Ma?"
"Why, I don't know that I could keep my eyes open long enough to eat a bite. Not that I eat with my eyes." She laughed—rather nervously. When Dorothy Lynn took her hand, she squeezed it. "No, I think I need to trundle myself off to bed. But don't let this old lady interfere with your evening. You young folks go on and enjoy yourselves."
Ma's voice had climbed into a falsetto rarely heard outside of the Sunday choir, and while any other person might think she was trying to escape into her grief, Dorothy Lynn knew her mother better.
"She misses your father."
"True, but she has other issues on her mind, like creating an excuse to leave the two of us alone."
"Like a club to the side of your head."
"Well, then ..." Brent grinned with enough devilish appeal to shock his congregation and patted the empty sofa cushion next to him. "Seems wrong to let an opportunity like this go to waste."
"This is not an opportunity, Reverend Logan." She remained perched on the arm of the sofa—not quite out of his reach—and used her fork to toy with the sugary mass on her plate.
"It's delicious." He was down to one remaining bite.
"I know. I've eaten it all my life."
"Are you as good a cook as your ma?"
She speared a thin slice of soft, spicy apple and nibbled it before answering. "Nowhere near. But that's because Ma don't hardly let me near the stove."
"You never wanted to learn?"
"I know plenty." She held her hand out for his empty plate, dropped it along with hers on the tray, and headed for the kitchen.
He followed, as she knew he would.
Ma had left the basin full of soapy water. Dorothy Lynn scraped the uneaten portions into Ma's blue glass baking dish, then handed the empty plates to Brent, who, having rolled up his sleeves, began washing. Dorothy Lynn leaned back against the table, sipped the flavorful black coffee, and watched.
Theirs had been a proper courtship, fitting for a new, young minister and his predecessor's daughter. He'd come to Heron's Nest at the prompting of one of his professors—a lifelong friend of Pastor Dunbar who knew of the older man's illness long before any of the congregation did. Soon after Brent's arrival, he and Dorothy Lynn were sitting together at church suppers, walking the path between the church and her home, and taking long Sunday drives in his battered Ford. It was, he said, the only chance he had to drive, given the twisting, narrow roads of Heron's Nest, but she'd learned the true purpose of such outings when he parked the car in a shady grove ten miles outside of town. Nothing sinful—just some harmless necking—but enough to have set every small-town tongue on fire with gossip had anybody thought to follow them.
Now, watching him in her kitchen, some of those same feelings stirred within her, like so many blossoms set loose in a spring breeze. And yet there was an anchoring deep within, like a root growing straight through her body into the kitchen floor. She'd never known any home other than this, never seen any man in this room other than her father and her brother. Suddenly, here was Brent, looking completely at ease, like he'd been here all along. Like he'd be here forever. And the thought of both felt inexplicably frightening.
"I don't think I ever saw my pa do dishes." She hoped the introduction of her father would push away some of the thoughts that would have undoubtedly brought about his displeasure.
"He must not have lived many years as a bachelor."
She drained her coffee and handed him the empty cup as the clock in the front room let out a single quarter-hour chime.
"It's late." Brent dried his hands with the tea towel draped over a thin rod beneath the sink.
"Just think, if I hadn't been so late for supper, you'd already be safe and snug in your own home."
"Well then, I'm glad. Gives us more time together."
He was leaning against the countertop with both hands in his pockets. A lock of hair had dropped below one eye. She stared down at the familiar blue-and-white-checked cloth that covered the kitchen table and worked her finger around one of the squares. "Had some extra time with my ma, too."
The ticking of the clock carried clear into the kitchen, the silence between them thick as pudding. She felt his eyes on her but kept her own downcast, even when she knew he'd come around the table—close enough that she could feel his sleeve brush against her arm.
She looked up. "What did you talk about?" As if she didn't know, as if Ma hadn't been corralling the two of them toward each other since the first Sunday Reverend Brent Logan came before the church board last winter.
He smiled. "Ecclesiastes. I'm drafting a sermon series. Wisdom for These Wicked Times."
"Do you really think these times are wicked?"
"No more than they ever have been, I guess." He'd come closer. Had the little lamp burned like the sun, she'd be consumed in his shadow. "But your ma has some pretty clear ideas about how to avoid the pit of certain temptations."
"Does she? Well then, I'm surprised she left us here alone."
"And I, for one, am glad she did."
He hooked his finger under her chin and tilted her face for a kiss. "You know I care for you."
"I know you do."
He kissed her, long and deep—such a thing to happen right there in her mother's kitchen. The strength of it wobbled her, and she reached down to the table to steady herself. Her hand brushed against the cobbler dish as she tasted the spiced sweetness on his lips.
"I probably shouldn't take such liberties," Brent said, drawing away.
"Then you prob'ly should be headin' home."
Before either could have a change of heart, she took his hand. "We'd best go out through the kitchen door, lest Ma get a splinter in her ear from listenin' so close. I'll walk with you to the path."
He looked down. "You don't have your shoes on."
His grin broke the tension, and she lifted one foot, arranging her toes in a way that, to her, seemed provocative. "Are you scandalized?"
He led the way, holding the door open to the damp spring night and touching the small of her back as she walked past. Once they were off the narrow set of steps, she felt her hand encased in his. The warmth of it centered her. Together they walked around to the front of the house, her steps instinctively taking them to the worn stone path that connected their home to the main road.
"Cold?" he asked.
"A bit." She tucked herself closer to him.
"Can I ask you a question?"
There was little walking left to do, and he seemed to be slowing their pace to allow for conversation.
"Where were you today? What kept you so late into the evening? I mean, when you came home, you looked positively—"
"For lack of a better word, I guess."
She looked up past him, to the velvet sky dotted with diamond stars. The tips of the trees looked like a bric-a-brac border.
"There's a grove in yonder." She pointed vaguely up the road. "Like a fairy clearin' in the middle of the forest. Been goin' since I was a little girl. And when I have myself a mostly empty day—" she shrugged—"I go."
"And summon the fairies?"
"No." She traced her toe along a ragged edge of stone. "I write."
Nothing in his face or voice mocked her, and if whatever she felt for him was ever going to turn to pure love, it would begin at this moment.
"Not so much. More like poems, I guess. Or even prayers. Whatever the Lord brings to my mind. And sometimes I have my guitar—"
They were at the end of the path, fully stopped. Dorothy Lynn tossed a wistful glance toward the darkened porch.
"Ma hates it. Says it's not fit for a lady. It was my brother's. He left it to me when he went off to the war, so I play it. At first just to help me feel closer to him. These days, I guess, just for me. And then sometimes what I write, well, it gets to be a song."
She waited for him to protest. Or laugh. Or, worse, give her the equivalent of a pat on the head and proclaim her hobby as something delightful.
"I'd love to hear one of your songs sometime."
Dorothy Lynn let out her breath. "No one's ever asked that of me before. Fact is, I never told nobody. Sometimes in the evenin' I used to play for the family, just singin' hymns and all. But never my own songs. I don't think Pa would have taken to such vanity."
"I'm not your pa. But I wish he were here. I'd like to talk to him. As it is, I've gone to the Lord, praying for guidance, for him to show me—" He broke off and took a step back, holding Dorothy Lynn at arm's length. "Dorothy Lynn Dunbar, I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Do you remember that day?"
Even after nearly a year, she remembered it perfectly.
"You and Pa were workin' on the baptistery—"
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Allison Pittman is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors. Her stories are rich in history and character, and "All For a Song" is no exception. Dorothy Lynn Dunbar is a country girl who has grown up in a small town....but she dreams of more. Not the big city necessarily but the feeling that she is destined to do more with her life. She is engaged to the local preacher and her married with kids sister lives in the city. When Dorothy visits her sister to create a wedding dress, she happens on a revival led by evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson, and connects with those associated with this movement....From that moment on her life changes - and she will never be the same. Set in the Roaring Twenties, this book will not disappoint...I highly recommend it.
Allison Pittman is one of my favorite authors and writes intriguing stories about the real struggles we face. Her characters are flawed but likeable, the kind of people you'd like to be friends with. All for a Song is actually the second in a series of books that take place during the flapper days after World War II. ("Lilies in Moonlight" is the first in the series but they don't need to be read in order--they feature only the same time period; not the same characters or even the same setting.) I've been reading good historical Christian fiction for about the last 7 years but had never read anything that took place during the 1920s... and it was such an exciting time period for our country! So, yeah, I was excited. The book goes back and forth between present day and the past. The heroine, Dorothy Lynn Dunbar, is an immediately likable character, flaws and all. She's a talented musician in a small country town where women are not encouraged to exhibit those kinds of talents on stage. She's a preacher's daughter set to marry the new preacher, and it seems that the rest of her cozy little life is all mapped out for her. Still, she "yearns for life beyond these lines." God answers that honest yearning and she ends up on an adventure and, also, in a predicament. Dorothy's love interests (yes, interests) in the book are both very charming. I saw what she liked in each of them and understood the struggle she faced in deciding which life (and which man) she would choose. The author definitely weaves a wonderful story that grips the reader from the first chapter. You feel Dorothy's pain as she yearns for more than what she has and struggles to do what she sees as God's will. Morality and ideas were changing so quickly during that time in our history and you can really grasp the struggle people went through as they tried to find their place in a world that was very different than the one they grew up in. Another important character in the book is real-life Amy Semple McPherson who began the Four Square Church in the 1920s. She's a very interesting person, quite a phenomena, and I was intrigued to know more about her. She certainly did great things in her lifetime, though much of her life was quite colorful, to say the least. I highly recommend this book as well as Lilies in Moonlight!
Although some might not want to read a religious story, this story is about a girl deciding who she is and what she wants out of life. Reminded me of myself after graduation from high school.
This is the third book of Pittman's that I've read and I have to say it is my favorite! Although I usually don't like books that go back and forth in time, this one didn't bother me because the flashbacks were directly tied to the present happenings. Pittman did a good job setting up the flashbacks so they made sense to the story line. The characters are very well-written. Lynnie as a young girl is believable with her desires to experience new things at odds with family obligations and expectations. I love the way she is able to maintain her integrity while tasting her dream. I was wondering throughout the entire book which pathway she would ultimately choose. I was inspired by Lynnie's courage in taking risks and in her fiance's faith for letting her go. On a side note, there is some humor in the book as well. I loved the fact that Pittman named the church pianist - from Lynnie's home church with the piano that has three missing keys - Rusty Keyes. I thought it was very funny! It is a little difficult to write a review about a book I loved as much as this one, so all I can say is to give this book a try. I don't think you will be disappointed. I highly recommend this book and it is one I will read again and again.
I loved this book. Allison Pittman is one of my favorite historical authors. This book belongs on my keeper shelf!
I wasn't sure how I was going to like this book when I first started it. I actually started and stopped this book, twice, before picking it up to read it again; not because it was boring, but because I wasn't sure how I would feel about it once I got into the story. I worried for nothing. This is the first book I've read written in this time period (I think), and I wasn't disappointed. From the moment Dorothy Lynn comes running home, I was captured. The story was impeccably written, switching from present day to past seamlessly. The descriptions of the characters and their emotions and feelings swept me away and I felt as if I was actually part of the story. Dorothy Lynn Dunbar is an exciting character. She is simple and pure and honest and refreshing all at once. The author does a fantastic job of portraying Dorothy's emotions and feelings throughout the story. So much so that I could sympathize with her and could feel her confusion as she faces things she never dreamed she'd face. Roland Lundi and Brent Logan represent two sides of Dorothy's story. Each are equally intriguing, and provide fantastic secondary characters for Dorothy's interactions. This story, written as a kind of prodigal son story, has some deep truths imbedded within. I loved the scripture that was quoted at the beginning of each present day Dorothy's parts. As the author states, "All for a Song is ultimately a story of longing, of searching for what you think you lack." Cheering Dorothy on as she faces temptation head on with the Love of Christ at her side, weeping with her as she finds herself and the feeling of God's grace, and longing to return home with her will keep you turning the pages to find out what she does. I cannot wait to get my hands on the next book in the series, All for a Story, as soon as I can!
I enjoyed Allison Pittman's previous novels so I read this one thinking about whether it would be good for my book club to read. There is so much to talk about! Yes, Dorothy Lynn has so much but she is feeling like she is walking into her mother's life and wants something more. When Roland comes along and offers her the chance to be a little more liberated, she takes it - but then wonders about what she might be leaving. I loved how the book flashed forward every so often into today. I also found the characters believable enough that I was frustrated with Dorothy Lynn's hesitations to assert herself - and I found it funny to read about her introduction to Chinese food. I'm looking forward to discussing this with my book club!
Dorothy Dunbar loves her music and to dream. As a pastor's daughter, she has always lived her life in the small rural community doing everything that's expected of her. As she prepares to marry the new pastor, she longs for a chance to explore exotic places outside the confines of her small world. While visiting her sister in the big city, she meets a charismatic evangelist and her manager, who sees big things for this simple singer from the country. Dorothy embarks on a cross country journey with this ministry team where she discovers who she is and what God's plan is for her life. Lured by the bright lights and possibility of fame and fortunate, Dorothy must choose what she will do "all for a song."
I enjoyed this book overall except for the chapters of Dorothy Lynn at 107. These chapters were too melancholy for me. The story set in the Roaring Twenties was a nice change and I learned a lot about that era. I would read more by this author.
This was the first book I read by Allison Pittman and I would want to read a couple more by her before I would decide on her writing skills. This book didn't do a lot for me. It was a little confusing because it switched back and forth between the young girl and the 104 year old lady. The suspense was in whether she was going to go back to her fiancee and live out her life in Heron's Nest or stay and try it in the big world of California. It was a nice read, well-written, but maybe a little simple. I'm not sure totally how to describe. Definitely not a favorite book for sure.
Couldnt put it down
Put it down, Pick it up, Put it down..throw it across the room with frustration. Think the Great Gatsby. Roaring 20's. The author has a clear understanding and description of the time and space. This text will carry the reader away. Conviction to pray for our daughters. Take the journey of a lifetime with Dorothy Lynn. Hometown girl in a sleepy town, predictable life. Navigate the waters of good and bad choices and getting caught up in the chaos life choices bring. One song will lead Dorothy Lynn far from home. The author will take the reader down an unpredictable path, a dangerous road where people's hearts are eaten up by greed and power doing their deeds in the name of the Lord. A story of wisdom sown into the fabric of twentieth century American history. A four star.
This is an intriguing story set during the Roaring Twenties! Dorothy Lynn Dunbar is the daughter of a preacher and engaged to a preacher in her little town of Heron's Nest, but she wonders about the world outside. As her wedding approaches, she decides to visit her sister in St. Louis. There she sees a different way of life and meets Roland, who has movie star good looks and charm, and who is interested in her singing and songwriting. He works for Aimee Semple McPherson, a woman evangelist, and wants Dorothy to travel with them and sing for the crowds of people who come to the crusades. With the lure of fame and the chance at a different love turn her away from everything she's ever known? The Roaring Twenties was a decade of such change and I enjoyed learning more about it, from life after World War I to the changing fashions. I really liked the how the story went from modern-day Dorothy, who's 107, to what was happening back then, but the author's careful not to reveal which life she chooses until the very end! I was frustrated with some of Dorothy's choices, but I liked her overall, especially as her older self. I could definitely relate to her wanderlust. I enjoyed Allison's writing very much and look forward to checking out her other books!
This was the first time reading a book by this author. The main character, Dorothy, was the daughter of a small town preacher. She lives with her mother waiting for the day to arrive to marry Brent Logan, the replacement pastor. She loves life and loves spending time in the woods by her home where she can worship God and play her brother's guitar, but she can't shake the feeling as to what life is like outside Heron's Nest. Dorothy plans to go visit her sister in St.Louis, pick out her wedding dress and purchase new guitar strings. But is life in St Louis what she expected? Was it what she really wanted. I am looking forwarded to reading more books by this author.
I enjoyed this story, but I did find that I was left longing to learn more about Aimee Semple McPherson. I found for a historical fiction that it did not contain as many historical facts and information as I had hoped. For an entertaining read I enjoyed the book, but as a way to explore history in a fun way I found it lacking.
Usually, opening a book to a present tense narration turns me off. (I’m just not a fan of present tense.) All For a Song, by Allison Pittman, didn’t do that. I was drawn in so quickly by the charming narrative voice of 107-year-old Lynnie. Instantly, I cared about her. Then the story switches to an earlier period—the roaring 20s. Lynnie (Dorothy Lynn Dunbar) is 19 and tells the story about how her past unfolded. I cared about the characters, loved the vivid scenes, and appreciated the author’s ease of transitions between the present and past. The Christian influence in this book is evident, but not preachy, and shares the message of restoration, such as in the story of the Prodigal Son. (Luke 15:11-32.) Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a copy free from Tyndale Publishers. I was not required to write a positive review. The options I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255
Fun book to read. Interesting perspectives. I would get a little bit bored in-between but overall it is a good book.
This is a lovely story, well presented and touching. I enjoyed the two voices used to narrate this story. I enjoyed guessing what happens next and who each person could be. The detail in the descriptions is nicely done, especially in descriptions of the setting. Humor and emotion combine to keep the reader's interest. As mentioned in a note from the author, she explores issues of faith, and she does it in a lovely way in an easy-to-read story.
Dorothy lives in a small town, is engaged to the preacher, and is bored with life. When she gets an opportunity to visit her sister in the city, she takes it, and gets a taste of city life. A meeting with female evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson leads to a trip to California while Dorothy plays her guitar for the evangelist's meetings. I thought this book was very good and liked the Roaring Twenties setting. The story does go back and forth from the 1920's to the present, where a 107 year old Dorothy remembers her life. I'm looking forward to the next book in the series.
Good Book. Dorothy Lynn Dunbar is celebrating her 100+ birthday and is remembering her life as a young unmarried lady. The reader is kept guessing if she married her preacher fiancée or the evangelist's right hand man who discovered Dorothy Lynn and her music and kept encouraging her to leave her little town and experience more. Dorothy Lynn is visited by her long lost relative on her birthday, her relative that actually took the time to learn about her and her music and gave her some closure to her life. This book gave an interesting little peek into the roaring 20's and the struggles a preacher's daughter soon to be preacher's wife might experience when having a chance to explore the world.
This book is very good and highly rated. The were two good parts in it where, first, going from present to the past and back to the present. Especially adding a real famous person from the past. Dorothy Lynn had gone against her believes and her family by trusting Roland Lundi and Aimee McPherson to leave her pregnant sister to join Aimee McPherson's journey across America to tell people about the blessings of God, so she could find her brother and try to bring him home.