The Choice (Lancaster County Secrets Series #1)

The Choice (Lancaster County Secrets Series #1)

by Suzanne Woods Fisher


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With a vibrant, fresh style Suzanne Woods Fisher brings readers into the world of a young Amish woman torn between following the man she loves--or joining the community of faith that sustains her, even as she questions some of the decisions of her elders. Her choice begins a torrent of change for her and her family, including a marriage of convenience to silent Daniel Miller. Both bring broken hearts into their arrangement--and secrets that have been held too long.
Filled with gentle romance, The Choice opens the world of the Amish--their strong communities, their simple life, and their willingness to put each other first. Combined with Fisher's exceptional gift for character development, this novel, the first in a series, is a welcome reminder that it is never too late to find your way back to God.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780800733858
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/01/2010
Series: Lancaster County Secrets Series , #1
Edition description: Original
Pages: 316
Sales rank: 523,626
Product dimensions: 8.62(w) x 5.68(h) x 0.86(d)

About the Author

Suzanne Woods Fisher is the bestselling author of The Letters, The Calling, the Lancaster County Secrets series, and the Stoney Ridge Seasons series, as well as nonfiction books about the Amish, including Amish Peace. She is also the coauthor of an Amish children's series, The Adventures of Lily Lapp. Suzanne is a Carol Award winner for The Search, a Carol Award finalist for The Choice, and a Christy Award finalist for The Waiting. She is also a columnist for Christian Post and Cooking & Such magazines. She lives in California. Learn more at and connect with Suzanne on Twitter @suzannewfisher.

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The Choice

A Novel
By Suzanne Woods Fisher


Copyright © 2010 Suzanne Woods Fisher
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-8007-3385-8

Chapter One

Carrie Weaver tucked a loose curl into her cap as she glanced up at the bell tower in Lancaster's Central Market. The clock had struck 2:00 p.m. more than ten minutes ago, and an English couple was haggling with her stepsister Emma over the price of a crate of strawberries. After all, the man was saying, the market was closing for the weekend. "Certainly, you Plain folks wouldn't want this fruit to go to waste now, would you? Tomorrow being Sunday and all?" He rested his hands on his round belly and fixed his gaze on Emma, a satisfied look on his red face-as red and ripe as a late summer tomato-as he waited for her to buckle.

But this red-faced English man didn't know Emma.

Carrie saw Emma purse her lips and hook her hands on her hips in that determined way and knew where this standoff was headed. Emma wouldn't drop the price of her strawberries to anyone, much less an Englisher whom, she was convinced, had a lost and corrupted soul. Her sister would plant her big feet and squabble over the price of strawberries until the sun set.

Carrie picked up the crate and handed it to the man. "Abgschlagge!" Sold!

The man and his wife, surprised and delighted, hurried off with the strawberries as Emma spun to face Carrie. She lifted herhands, palms out. "Have you lost your mind? My strawberries are worth twice that price! What were you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that it's past two and the market has closed and the van is waiting." Carrie pushed the leftover crates of red ripe strawberries into the back of the van of the hired driver and slammed the door shut, pinching her thumbnail. Wincing from the pain, she knew she didn't dare stop to get ice. There wasn't a moment to waste.

"Dummel dich net!" Emma muttered as Carrie opened the passenger seat door for her. Don't be in such a hurry! "You've been as jumpy as a jackrabbit all morning."

Carrie reached out an arm to clasp her younger brother on the shoulder, pulling him back as he started to climb in the van behind Emma. "I need to run an errand and take the bus home later today. Andy's coming with me."

Andy's eyes went round as shoe buttons, but he followed Carrie's lead and hopped back out of the van.

Emma twisted around on the seat. "What errand?" she asked, eyes narrowed with suspicion. "You know your dad wants you home to visit with Daniel Miller."

Carrie blew out a big sigh. Silent, solemn Daniel Miller. He and his father, Eli, were staying with the Jacob Weavers this summer. Eli Miller and Jacob Weaver made no secret of the fact that they had a hope for her and Daniel. Well, they could hope all they liked but Carrie's heart was already spoken for. Spoken for and claimed, and the thought warmed her.

"Daniel's mighty fine looking, Carrie," Emma said. "Your dad is hoping you'll think so too."

"If you think Daniel is such a looker, why don't you visit with him?" Carrie stepped back from the van to close the door. That had been mean, what she said to Emma, and she reached out to give her sister's arm a gentle squeeze in apology before she swung the door closed and the driver pulled away. Dear Emma, nearly twenty-seven and terrified that she would end up an old maid. Carrie felt a smile pull at her mouth and fought it back, as an unbidden image of a large celery patch popped into her mind-Emma and her mother, Esther, grew celery in the family garden in hopes that this would be Emma's year.

Carrie shook off her musing and grabbed Andy's hand and hurried to the bus stop. She wanted to reach the Lancaster Barnstormers' stadium before Solomon Riehl would start pitching. Last night, Sol told her he might be a closing pitcher in today's scrimmage, so she should be in the stands by the last few innings.

"What kind of errand?" Andy asked Carrie.

She shaded her eyes from the sun to watch for the bus. "It's a surprise for your birthday."

"I won't turn nine 'til October."

Carrie looked at him and tousled his hair. "Consider it an early birthday present." She knew she wouldn't be here on his birthday.

As Carrie and Andy climbed on the bus and sat among the English, she felt the happiness of her secret spill over her. She didn't even mind the pain radiating from her throbbing thumb. She was entirely preoccupied with the conversations she had been having with Sol lately. Last week, he called her at midnight, as planned, from the phone shanty across the road from his father's farm. During that call, he had talked to her about leaving the community and trying to make a living as a baseball player. And he told her he wanted her by his side, as his wife.

* * *

Sol had been crazy about baseball ever since he first held a ball in his hand. Although competition was discouraged on the schoolyard, Sol stood out. He could throw a ball faster, farther, and with more accuracy than anyone.

Just a few months ago, a baseball scout happened to be driving past their youth gathering and had pulled his car over to watch Sol pitch, mesmerized. The scout had quietly slipped a business card into Sol's hand and whispered something to him.

On the buggy ride home from the youth gathering, Sol had pulled out the card and showed it to Carrie. "They're having open tryouts next week. He wants to clock my pitch. He said he hasn't seen a fastball like mine in years."

Stunned, Carrie turned the card over. "You aren't serious. Sol, you can't try out for professional baseball. You shouldn't even go to a game! You know that. The elders will be at your folks' door by day's end."

"Not if they don't find out," Sol said, grinning mischievously. Then his face tightened and the smile disappeared. "I'm tired of all the 'shouldn'ts' and 'can'ts' in my life. Can't go to the movies. Shouldn't listen to the radio. Can't ride a bicycle. Can't own a car."

Carrie gave him a sideways glance. All Sol talked about lately was how smothered he felt, being born and raised Amish. At first she felt alarmed by such talk. But she'd grown used to it and didn't take his complaints too seriously. She was sure he couldn't really leave his family and church behind. Or her. He would never leave her behind. Of that she was confident. "Not being allowed to own a car sure hasn't stopped you. I still don't know how you've kept that heap-of-rust you call a car hidden from your folks for so long."

Sol's face relaxed into a grin. "Six months now." He turned the buggy off to the shoulder and faced Carrie, taking her hand in his. "It's just a tryout. There will be plenty of other guys pitching, guys who have been training their whole life for a tryout. Most likely, I won't even make callbacks." He lifted her chin so she would look at him. "But I've decided. I'm going to go to the tryouts next week. Now's the time in my life to have a taste of what the world has to offer. That's what the running-around years are for, aren't they?" He leaned over to kiss her, featherlight, on the lips, then gently rubbed his nose against hers before slapping the reins to urge the horse forward.

As the horse lunged ahead, Carrie mulled over Sol's reasoning. Was Rumspringa a time for trying worldly things? To be tried and found lacking? Or, just by trying, did it make a person long for another kind of life than the Plain one? Her father had a saying, "Was mer net hawwe soll, hett mer's liebscht." What we are not meant to have, we covet most.

Sol laughed when she quoted her father's saying to him and told her that even Jacob Weaver was young once. Sol made it sound so easy. He made everything sound so easy. Besides, she thought, dismissing concern about Sol's restless nature, he probably wouldn't be picked by that team. He's just feeling his oats.

One week later, Sol had tried out for the Lancaster Barnstormers and was offered a one-season contract with promises of more. The pitching coach had been impressed with this Amish kid who could throw bullets. And when Sol stood on that pitcher's mound in the Clipper Magazine Stadium, he was hooked, ready to sign. There was no turning back.

Carrie was the only one who knew about Sol's baseball contract. He had hidden the fact from his father, telling him he was working a construction job for an English company. It wasn't entirely a lie; he did work on a construction site in the morning, but come noon, he clocked out, with the foreman's permission, and rushed to the stadium for spring training. Sol and Carrie knew this ruse wouldn't last. Next week, the Barnstormers would start a three-game series on Long Island. It was time to come clean with his folks. Sol would be leaving and he told Carrie he wanted her with him.

"But what about your folks, Sol? And my dad and Andy?" Carrie had asked him, still unsure if she could live with herself after leaving home. Like Sol, she had mixed feelings about joining the community. They both struggled to believe the way their parents believed, and oh, the world with its infinite choices, it was calling to them.

"We haven't bent at the knee, Carrie," Sol reminded her. "It's all the difference. We won't be shunned. We can still visit and write letters and eat with them. Be glad we haven't been baptized yet. Trust me, they'll understand. They were young once."

After a few more late-night conversations with Sol, Carrie came to see things his way. But the next morning, she watched her father and Andy talking and laughing together, and she felt all churned up again. How could she do this to them? How could she leave them?

As soon as she had a chance to see Sol face-to-face, she told him that she had changed her mind.

He patiently listened to her and answered her concerns, even those she had about God turning his back on them. "If it doesn't work out, we can always go back to the church," he assured her.

And then he kissed her, first on each cheek, then her forehead, before grazing her lips with his finger. By the time his lips found hers, Carrie's objections had evaporated.

Still, Carrie wasn't so sure their parents would understand. She was even less sure that God would understand. But one thing Carrie didn't doubt was that she wanted to be wherever Sol would be. She loved Sol that much.

* * *

Warming up his arm in the bull pen, Sol Riehl felt a deep satisfaction he hadn't dreamed possible. He certainly never felt it when he was mucking out stalls or plowing a field. Here he was, an Amish kid plucked right off the farm, pitching for a professional baseball team. Who had ever heard of such a thing? It felt like a dream that he didn't dare to wake from.

The catcher gave Sol a signal to throw some pitches. "You sure do pack some heat, Sunday Sol," he told Sol, slapping him on the back as the pitching coach called for the two to come up to the field. Sol tossed the ball to the catcher and followed him out of the bull pen. He scanned the seats above the dugout for any sign of Carrie. He had told her exactly where to sit, right behind the catcher, so she would have the best view of the pitcher's mound. He frowned, disappointed that she wasn't there yet.

Then Sol heard his name announced over the loudspeaker as the closer. He hoped Carrie was somewhere in the stadium so she would hear that announcement. He tried, without success, to keep the grin off his face as he took his first jog out to the mound.

* * *

As Carrie and Andy plopped down in the stadium's hard plastic seats, she breathed a sigh of relief, hearing Sol's name announced over the loudspeaker. Sol had told her where to sit so he could see her from the pitcher's mound. It was one of the things she loved about him; he had everything planned out.

She saw him jog out to the mound and look up, right to where she was seated. He gave her a quick wave, did a double take when he noticed Andy, then turned his attention to the catcher to practice a few more warm-up pitches.

When Andy realized it was Solomon Riehl on that pitcher's mound, he blurted out, "Ein Balleschpieler?" A baseball player?

"Best not to tell Dad and Esther about this birthday surprise, Andy," Carrie said, flashing him a warning. "Nor Emma."

Andy nodded, sealing the pact, eyes glued on the field. "Dad wouldn't mind." A slow grin spread over his face. "Esther would, though."

Carrie laughed. "Yes, Esther would mind something fierce."

As she watched Sol pitch, her heart felt so full she didn't even notice that tears were running down her cheeks. She knew that feeling so proud was wicked, but she couldn't help herself. Down on the field was Sol Riehl, in a sparkling white-with-red-pinstripe uniform, pitching in front of thousands of people in a baseball stadium. Her Sol.

* * *

At dinner that evening in the Weaver house, all that was spoken of was Eli Miller's purchase of an apple orchard. Carrie was grateful that no one asked her where she and Andy had been all afternoon.

Carrie's father, Jacob Weaver, knew of an orchard owned by an English neighbor who wanted to retire to Florida. It wasn't even for sale yet, but Jacob and Eli spent the day talking with that neighbor. When they returned, hours later, Eli was the new owner of a twenty-acre apple orchard. Jacob was so pleased to help his friend that he couldn't keep the smile off of his kind face.

"I'm mighty fortunate to have a friend like you, Jacob," Eli told him, matching Jacob grin for grin.

"Fortunate for you, Eli, that you had money to buy land," said Esther, Jacob's wife, in a thin, tight voice.

Carrie braced herself, keeping her eyes fixed on her plate. She knew that Esther couldn't tolerate letting Jacob be the center of attention.

"This farm belonged to my first husband. Jacob was penniless when I met him. Penniless with two small children." Carefully, Esther buttered a roll and began to delicately eat it as an awkward silence covered the dinner table like a blanket.

"And a blessed day it was when I met you, Esther," Jacob answered back softly, dark brown eyes twinkling, causing everyone to laugh. Even Esther softened. He was long accustomed to Esther's sharp tongue and had a way of defusing her.

Carrie looked fondly at her father. Once she had asked him why he married Esther in the first place. "Carrie girl," her father said, "folks marry for all kinds of reasons." He hadn't really answered her question, but she thought she knew what he meant.

Eli rose to his feet and clapped his hands together. "Daniel, it's time we set off to the bus depot." Like his son, Eli was a man of few words and only gave a nod of thanks to Esther.

Daniel crammed one last roll into his mouth and hurried to join his father outside, helping him hitch the horse to the buggy. Before the sun set today, Eli planned to be back on the bus to Ohio. He wanted to finalize the sale of his farm, auction off his equipment, and fetch his widowed mother, Yonnie. Daniel was to remain at the Weavers' to finish up details of the sale of the orchards.

Why Eli was in such a hurry was a mystery to Carrie, but she didn't really concern herself with the Millers. Her mind was on Sol. Leaving with Sol.

"And," Emma told Carrie as they cleaned up the kitchen after dinner that evening, "I heard Eli tell Daniel to try and woo you while he was gone."

"Woo me?" Carrie asked, drying a bowl before tucking it in the cupboard. "Maybe he should woo you."

"I'm too old for him. Besides, I think Daniel likes you. He kept stealing looks at you during dinner tonight."

"Emma, please." Carrie rolled her eyes. "He's such a brooder. Haven't you noticed he never smiles or laughs?"

Emma handed Carrie another wet bowl and gave her a suspicious look. "You'd better not be holding out for that Solomon Riehl. You know how your dad feels about Sol. He thinks he's a fence jumper."

Carrie stiffened, irritated. "One time, Emma. One time, Dad saw Sol working in the fields with his shirt off. That doesn't make him a fence jumper."

"Well, my mother says it does." Emma put her hands on her hips. "I heard her tell your father that Sol Riehl was a fellow walking with one foot in the world and one foot in the church. She said that he was always spoiled, being the only boy after all those girls. She said that his parents never expected enough from-"

"Emma!" Carrie held up a hand in warning. "Wer lauert an der Wand sei eegni Schand." If you listen through the wall, you'll hear others reciting your faults.


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I got this an a free NookBook, and I'd recommend it, as it seems well-researched into Amish ways. In fact, as things were introduced into the story, I found myself going online to learn more about a certain custom. The storylne was wholesome with enough drama and conflict to keep it interesting, so this is a read that can be recommended to people whose reading tastes tend toward something fairly non-controversial. I would not recommend getting your theology from this novel, as the Amish have some very odd views of Scripture, but keeping in mind it's a work of fiction, read to your heart's content.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a wonderful story that keeps you wanting more! I did not want to close this book but to keep on reading. Very heart-warming!
fidgit316 More than 1 year ago
I LOVED this book, read it in a few hours
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
People read reviews before they get the book and read it for themselves so please dont ruin the story for the rest of us by retelling it in your review. Its so annoying!!!!!! Thanks bye
Kenowe More than 1 year ago
Can't wait to read the whole series!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. If you love the Amish fiction writers you will love this book. It has the right balance of love and religion. Can't wait to read the others in this Lancaster County series.
kygirlSH More than 1 year ago
Really liked this Amish story!
AAAMama More than 1 year ago
I enjoy reading Amish fiction and I certainly enjoyed this book. I will miss reading about Carrie and Abel!
bigsisof11 More than 1 year ago
There was such death in the beginning that i wondered how it was going to end happy...but i was satisfied with the ending. A truly happy one!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a good book, not my favorite, but i enjoy reading about the amish. I really liked the mystery and story in this book, there was alot in it, but i liked it. I am still trying to figure out a few things that were confusing though. I only rated it four stars because, well it was a clean story, but there was a bedroom scene, clean of course, but that kind of ruined it. I dont like reading books with that in it. Otherwise, good book:)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This author did a great job. The story was original, unique and well written. It kept me interest from the first to the last chapter.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A great book and very well written. The characters are interesting and seem to come to life on the pages. I would highly reccomend this book to all who love to read, especially one that is missing all the explicit sex and foul language.
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I love it and I am picky :) I would give it 10 stars if I could. I don't want to put it down. Normally I only get this way with a BeverlyLewis book. This book is awesome and I can't wait to read more of her books!!!!! Back to reading, it is 1AM and I have to see if Carrie and Daniel fall in love and what will the beloved Yonnie say next!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Absolutely wonderful. Amazing characters and a great plot. This is one of my favorite books.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Even though I'm not Amish, I found this book to be quite enlightening. It really makes one think about their own life and belief in God. Questioning one's self,at times, is good,especially in this ever-changing world. The book is wonderfully well-written with loveable characters. Please don't miss this one.
DavidJohn36 More than 1 year ago
I like the folks and this was well written. There was the twist of mystery, Godly choices, and true character. The culture of the Amish is interesting and adds to the story
rosiejrJS More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed my first of a series. I will read the others. Very good book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have never read any Amish related books but this was a free book and I enjoyed it
sally53 More than 1 year ago
I love the amish lifestyle and wish that I was born into it, it is where how I was meant to live! This book is very soothing, given to the easy, honest way that the amish live. I want to continue reading this series, hopefully thru the library!
fun2bmom More than 1 year ago
very good book
Anonymous 3 months ago
A good good book kept my interest
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hobbitprincess on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the first book I've read completely on my Nook. It's not bad, but I've read better. It appears to be researched ok, but sometimes the action jumps around, leaving me confused and wanting better explanations. An awful lot of bad stuff happens to poor Carrie, and I found myself wanting the author to let up a little on the poor girl! It's a decent story, though, all in all.
wirtley on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Wonderful female character. Amish girl was going to leave home with Amish boy and leave the faith. Her father died and she felt she must stay to protect brother from evil step-mother. She was faced with many difficult choices and over came adversity. Loved! Character was real and gripping.