"A delightful voice in Amish romance. Sweet and funny." Emma Miller
With their thirteen children grown, Anna and Felty Helmuth are ready for their next adventure. That means trying their hands at matchmakingbecause what could be more fun than igniting love when it's rightand undoing mismatches when they're wrong. Now Huckleberry Hill just might turn out to be the most romantic spot in Wisconsin. . .
Lia Shetler is resigned to being a spinster. She's too tall and sturdy to ever be marriageableso says her overbearing dat. Instead, she's helping her pretty, spoiled sister Rachel secure the perfect husbandthe Helmuths' grandson, Moses Zimmerman. But the more Lia sees of Moses' gently teasing ways and quiet understanding, the more she wishes he could be hers alone. . .
Moses knew his grandparents couldn't resist trying to find him a wife. But he never expected it would be the graceful, sensible Liaa woman who is tall enough to look him in the eye, and honest enough to make him question a promise holding him to his past. Now both will need the kind of miracles only faith and courage can bring to finally reach for a lifetime of happiness. . .
"A delightful cast of characters in a story that overflows with Amish love and laughter." Charlotte Hubbard, author of Autumn Winds
About the Author
C. S. E. Cooney launched her voice-acting career narrating short fiction for Podcastle, the world's first audio fantasy magazine. She is a performance poet, singer-songwriter, and fantasy author whose collection Bone Swans has garnered starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Locus Magazine.
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By JENNIFER BECKSTRAND
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Anna Helmuth eased herself into the wooden rocker where she once cuddled each of her thirteen babies and took up her needles. "Moses is miserable, absolutely miserable. We must find him a wife."
Felty lowered his newspaper just enough to spy his wife over the top of it. "You mean Moses, our grandson? He doesn't seem miserable to me."
"He won't know how miserable he is until he meets the right girl," Anna said, peering through her thick, round glasses.
"Then we must make certain he never meets the right girl. Ignorance is bliss."
Anna clicked her knitting needles with blinding speed. "Now, Felty, don't tease me. Our grandson's happiness is at stake."
"Let the poor boy make his own hay. What young man wants two eighty-year-olds picking his future wife? Besides, I don't know who is good enough for him. He's a catch, that one."
"He takes after you, Felty, except I think you are the handsomer."
Felty lowered his paper to his lap. "Oh, Annie Banannie, I was never that handsome."
"Pretty Felty. The handsomest boy in Bonduel. That's what we girls called you behind your back. I was lucky enough to snag you before Rosie Herschberger did."
"Rosie Herschberger can't hold a candle to your fried chicken. It never would have worked out."
Anna smiled but didn't look up from her knitting. Already March, and Felty didn't have one new scarf to wear to ward off a change-of-weather cold. Surely any Amish wife worth her salt would knit her husband at least seven spring scarves, one for each day of the week, to last until the weather warmed up. "All I'm saying is, it is about time."
"For Rosie to learn to cook?"
"For Moses to find a wife. And we must help him. The grandparents are always in charge of making the matches."
Felty shook his finger. "Annie girl, you are making that up."
"Now, Felty. Why else would the good Lord grant us years to sit in our rockers if not to scheme and plan other people's lives?"
Trying to fold The Budget neatly on the crease, Felty managed to buckle the thin paper until the fold crumpled in his hands. "We reached this age by keeping our noses out of other people's business."
"Not me. I like to stick my fingers into other people's pies. It's my birthright as a woman."
"Moses won't go along easy. That girl broke his heart something terrible yet," Felty said.
"Three years ago, and the whole rigmarole turned out to be a blessing. She left the church, and Moses, bless his heart, wouldn't follow her."
Felty gave up on his paper and wadded it in his lap. "Smart one, that boy."
"It's high time for him to get busy."
"What makes you think you can help him to a good wife? His mamm has tried to match him up with every girl in Wisconsin plus four or five from Ohio and even one from Canada."
"And she has fallen short on her duties. We are Moses's only hope. Do you remember that family we met in Wautoma when we went for Bishop Glick's funeral?"
Felty furrowed his brow. "Bishop Glick passed away?"
"In October. Don't you remember?"
"I remember getting old."
"There was a lovely family who took us in overnight."
Felty brightened and threw his ball of newspaper into the air, but it got away from him and floated to the floor behind his overstuffed recliner. "The Shetlers. With several grown boys and two girls at the tail end."
Anna grinned at her husband. "I knew you would remember."
"I still don't remember about the bishop. But the eldest Shetler daughter was tall and pretty."
"Just the thing for our Moses."
"A sweet girl. She helped me when I sank into that sofa and couldn't get out. We took hands, and I got about halfway up before falling back into the cushions. I grunted, she snorted, and we laughed so hard I think I sprouted a hernia."
"She baked us goodies for the trip home."
"A sweet girl. I remember the pumpkin whoopie pies." Felty stroked his beard. "You could send Moses to Wautoma to fetch her, but I don't think he would agree to go without a taste of those whoopie pies first."
"Moses will take some buttering up. We must bring his bride to Huckleberry Hill."
"Annie, leave the poor boy be. When he's ready, he'll find his own wife."
Annie rested her knitting needles in her lap. "Now, Felty. We can't leave something this important to a man. What man has ever known his own heart?"
"When I first laid eyes on you, Banannie, I knew I wanted to hold on to you for the rest of my life."
"Well, you're stuck with me."
"And you're stuck with me."
"Gute. I'll write the Shetlers tonight."
"And I'll hitch up the buggy and go warn Moses to beware of old women with knitting needles."
"You'll do no such thing. We will catch him by surprise. When I am determined to do something even the angel Gabriel himself can't stop me."
"Oh, Annie, that I know from years of experience."CHAPTER 2
Moses Zimmerman whistled a lively tune as he unhitched his horse from the buggy and led him to the barn. Letting his eyes adjust to the dimness, Moses made a mental note of what needed to be done for Mammi and Dawdi today. Pull bales from the loft, pitch hay, milk the cows. Thin peach trees, chop firewood, haul coal. If he weren't so busy with his cheese factory, he'd get up here more often. Dawdi had sold his sixty-acre farm to Uncle Tim over a decade ago and moved to Huckleberry Hill where Dawdi tended peach trees and gathered huckleberries and maple sap from the woods. Uncle Titus and three of Moses's married cousins occasionally helped on Huckleberry Hill when they weren't busy working their own farms, but in Moses's mind, it never seemed enough.
Huckleberry Hill sat west of Bonduel, making it a remote place in a remote Wisconsin settlement. Dawdi had plowed two acres for a garden and some fruit trees, but otherwise the hill grew wild with sugar maples and thick stands of huckleberry bushes. Early spring harvest kept the family busy collecting sap, and in late summer, they gathered baskets full of reddish-purple huckleberries.
Moses heard Dawdi's rich bass voice and poked his head out of the open barn door. Dawdi, carrying a bucketlike container, attended to his chores like he always did—singing at the top of his lungs.
"Life is like a mountain railroad, with an engineer that's brave, we must make the run successful, from the cradle to the grave." He stopped singing when he laid eyes on Moses. Smiling in his grandfatherly, protective way, he shook his head. "My boy, there's trouble brewing."
Moses took the container from Dawdi's hands and gave him a stiff hug. "What kind of trouble?"
Dawdi pointed in the direction of the house. "Just keep in mind how much your mammi loves you, and there won't be no ill will." He smoothed his beard. "In this case, it might turn around all right. She's a pretty little thing with a heart a gold. I could tell right off."
Moses hadn't a clue what his dawdi was talking about. "Has Mammi been trying out a new recipe?"
"All's I'm saying is, don't lay no blame to my charge. When your mammi gets a notion into her head, she won't go back."
Moses nodded as if he completely understood and decided to change the subject. He lifted the container in his hand. "What kind of bucket is this?"
Dawdi lit up with enthusiasm. "Ain't it something? It's my new chicken feeder. You turn this crank and the feed shoots out here. It spreads the feed without hardly lifting a finger."
"Can I carry it to the coop for you?"
"I'll take it." Dawdi winked. "You got bigger fish to fry. Go look in on Mammi."
Dawdi disappeared around the barn as Mammi and her curly-haired dog, Sparky, burst out the front door. Sparky sported a green doggie sweater with a black stripe running all the way around Sparky's midsection. Mammi's sweater was made from the same yarn as Sparky's, without the black stripe.
Mammi's favorite hobby was knitting. She could knit a pair of mittens for every one of her grandchildren in twenty-four hours flat.
Mammi threw out her arms, and Moses couldn't help smiling as she hopped down the steps like a much younger woman. Her hair, the color of billowy clouds on a sunny day, blended in with the white of her kapp. Her blue eyes twinkled persistently, as if every day were Christmas.
"Moses!" she squealed as she wrapped her arms around his waist. She couldn't reach her hands high enough to get them around his neck. Moses had not inherited his height from Mammi's side.
"My favorite day is when you come to see us," she said.
Moses squeezed his mammi tight and planted a kiss on the top of her head. "What do you need done today?"
"Plenty of time for that. I have two surprises for you."
"I made your favorite cookies, but I had to hide them because Felty won't stop eating them. I wanted to save some for you."
Moses grinned. He had never had the heart to tell Mammi that her ginger snaps could break a tooth if they weren't soaked in milk first. And "ginger snaps" was an apt name for Mammi's personal recipe. The heavy ginger made people snap their heads back and look frantically for a drink of water. But it warmed his heart to please Mammi with how much he loved her cooking, so he always gobbled up four or five cookies for her sake.
"What is your other surprise?"
Mammi sprouted a twitchy grin and clapped her hands in delight. "I have found just the girl for you."
Moses became a wrinkly, deflated balloon. He resisted the urge to slump his shoulders. Dawdi had warned him.
There's trouble brewing.
Since Moses's nineteenth birthday seven years ago, a host of well-meaning relatives and friends had done their best to marry him off. Up until now, Dawdi and Mammi's house had always been a safe haven. His grandparents were his only blood relatives who had never admonished him about finding a wife.
It seemed that their patience had finally worn thin.
Moses had tap-danced around so many requests that he didn't even have to think about his response. He managed a weak smile, which considering his sudden change of mood was quite admirable. "If you like her, Mammi, I'm sure she's a peach. But I don't think I'll get the chance to meet her. Things at the cheese factory are mighty busy."
Being conveniently busy proved a wonderful-gute way to avoid desperate girls and their equally eager mothers.
"Not to worry. I knew I'd have to bring her to you."
"I'm too busy to have visitors at the factory."
Mammi smiled smugly as if she had bested him in a game of cards. "No, my dear boy. She's here. In the house. She's from Wautoma settlement and will be staying with us all summer. You'll have plenty of time to get to know each other."
Moses wanted to throw his hands in the air and run screaming down the hill. Instead, he fell silent as his mind raced. Mammi had done her own dance around his bucket of excuses.
No escape. He'd have to buck up, meet this girl, and get it over with, although he dreaded the introduction almost as much as he dreaded that root canal last year. He pictured the kind of girl Mammi would choose for him. Probably some woman fifteen years older than he with sunken cheeks and a glassy stare from working at her knitting too long. Or perhaps she was one of those empty-headed schoolgirls who couldn't put two sentences together without giggling. Old ladies like Mammi thought youth was the only thing a female needed to make her attractive.
His own mother said Moses was too picky, but not even Mamm seemed to understand that Moses didn't want to find another girl. Barbara would be back, and he intended to wait for her. When he told people this, they thought he was deerich, foolish, holding out for a girl who'd left three years ago.
He wanted astonishing, and he'd only found astonishing once. He would wait for Barbara.
Mammi wrapped her arthritic fingers around his wrist. "Cum reu, come in."
Moses had no choice but to follow. Shuffling his feet, he tromped up the porch steps and into the house.
Mammi handed him three rock-hard cookies in a napkin. "I just know our plan is going to work out wonderful gute. I just know it."
Moses refused to claim any credit for such a plan.
She looked up at him expectantly. "You'll find her in the cellar."
Determined to be grumpy about it, Moses sighed inwardly, surrendered to the inevitable, and opened the cellar door. At six feet five inches tall, he had to stoop all the way down the stairs to avoid scraping his head on the ceiling. He heard a crash and set foot on the bottom step in time to see a girl kneeling on the floor, carefully gathering shards of a broken canning jar.
She turned her face to him, and he almost fell over. He had expected a girl and he had expected Amish, but he hadn't expected beautiful.CHAPTER 3
Lia sank to the floor and surveyed the pieces of what used to be a bottle. Her first day at Helmuths' and she had already burned the pancakes, snagged a hole in her stockings, and broken an innocent canning jar that had probably never done harm to anyone in its entire life.
As she reached out to retrieve the biggest piece, her hand grazed a shard protruding from the broken base of the jar. She gasped in pain and watched as droplets of blood appeared in a nice straight line across her palm.
One more mishap like this and she wouldn't blame the Helmuths if they sent her packing. But, oh, how she wanted things to work out here on Huckleberry Hill! This was the first time in her life she'd left home.
It was bound to be an exciting adventure, even though her sister, Rachel, kept reminding her that she was only going to tiny Bonduel from just-as-tiny Wautoma to work for "two boring old people."
Still, Lia had been almost giddy with excitement. Back home she had so many people depending on her for their happiness. Some days the weight of her responsibility felt like it would suffocate her right quick. Huckleberry Hill seemed like a place where she could take a deep breath.
She heard footsteps on the stair and quickly brushed her bleeding hand across her apron. Not even enough blood to worry about, and she didn't want Anna to fuss about it.
Lia looked up, expecting to see Anna, who could take a set of stairs like a twenty-year-old. Instead she saw an exceptionally tall young man. She estimated he stood taller than she by a good five inches—didn't see that every day. But his height wasn't what made her look twice. His lips curled into a half smile, revealing a charming dimple on his left cheek. His eyes, so intensely blue they almost glowed in the dim light of the cellar, studied her face with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. Annoyed or not, he looked unnervingly handsome.
"Oh my," she said out loud before clapping her good hand over her mouth.
He didn't seem to notice that she'd made a fool of herself. "I'll get the broom," he said.
Stuffing a handful of cookies into his pocket, he bounded back up the stairs. He had to stoop to avoid hitting his head. Lia hadn't even had to do that.
A thrill of pleasure ran down Lia's spine before she squared her shoulders and returned to her task of picking up broken glass. Tall didn't make a difference. Years ago she'd quit sizing up any man as a potential suitor. Dat reminded her often that no man wanted a tall, homely wife with a scarred hand—and she knew he spoke the truth. Lia smiled to herself. What man striving for humility wanted his wife towering over people like the Statue of Liberty?
The young man returned as quickly as he had left with a broom and dustpan in one hand and a small white box in the other. His eyes still held that glint of annoyance, but he smiled pleasantly and propped the broom against the wall.
It shouldn't be allowed in the Ordnung to be that handsome. His good looks would be thoroughly distracting at church.
Still kneeling, Lia slipped her right hand into her apron pocket. She'd hidden her hand so often, she almost didn't realize she was doing it.
The young man squatted beside her and held out the box. "I brought a little first aid."
Blast! He'd seen the hand. She balled her fist and buried it deeper in her pocket. "Oh. No need. It's no worse than a paper cut."
He opened the box and rummaged through the contents. "Paper cuts are nasty. I got one on my toe once and couldn't walk for three days."
Lia felt the corners of her mouth curl up. "How did you get a paper cut on your toe?"
"I tried to read a book with my feet."
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I just finished reading this page turner of a book. I loved it, and especially the Grandparents, they are so adorable. Although we do find out how Felty can stand to eat his wife's cooking. To cute!! They compliment each other so well, who wouldn't want Grandparents like them. There is more to the story then the meddling Grandparents, yes they tried to manipulate their Grandson, Moses, into forgetting the girl that left the Amish Church, with a sweet Amish girl, from another district. Felty and Anna were so taken with Lia when they attended a funeral that they had her come to their home for the summer, under the pretense of helping them. Little do the unsuspecting you couple know, these two plotting sweeties have in mind for them. Not all is rosy. We have parents that push one daughter over another, actually making one a brat, for lack of a better word. This happens in all cultures, and the one that is pushed aside, has a had time a hard time with self worth. So sad that even when they don't mean to do it, they hurt one of their children. I really enjoyed all the happenings here, some scary, but so very possible. I also can't wait for the next book in this series. I wanted to steal these Grandparents, Sixty plus years together!! Yeah! Delightful!! I received this book from the publisher Kensington, and was not required to give a positive review.
This showed the problems behind favoritism. It was refreshing, and above all clean cut. I truly enjoyed it and look forward to more by Jennifer
I have read all of the Huckleberry Books, and I have been delightfully entertained, With Felty,and Anne Bananaie,The cutest,couple ever.I find myself chuckling out loud by myself reading these books, definitely a 5+++ star, series
Huckleberry Hill is the first book in the new series, the Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill, by the very witty, talented, and captivating author (can you tell she’s one of my favorite authors yet?), Jennifer Beckstrand. The last sentence in the first paragraph had me smiling… “Moses is miserable, absolutely miserable. We must find him a wife.” The last sentence of the second paragraph had me telling my daughter that she needed to read this book… “You mean Moses, our grandson? He doesn’t seem miserable to me.” After the third paragraph, she lost me… “He won’t know how miserable he is until he meets the right girl.” and for the most part, I stopped responding to everyone and everything until I finished the book! If I could read a book this entertaining every week… well, it’s probably a good thing I can’t, because I actually had to take a vacation day, just so I could finish the book! Yeah, I could have put it aside and picked it up later to finish, but the point I’m trying to make is,“it was worth it!“ Now for a little back story… I bought this book because just reading the back cover, I was convinced that I would enjoy reading it. At the time, my daughter didn’t think she would care for a story where the grandparents act as matchmakers, but it didn’t take long for her to see how much I was enjoying the story, especially since I had told her while I was reading page one that she needed to read it because she would absolutely love it! Jennifer has a wonderful way with words; she pulls the reader into the story right from the first page because she makes the characters seem so real that you can easily picture them. I admit, I got so involved in the story, I laughed til I cried at the silliness of Moses and Lia, both trying to convince the other that they didn’t want to marry one another. I actually read the book in February (and loved it) but when I was asked to write this review, I picked it up again… and once again, I didn’t want to put it down. Even though I knew the story and what happened, and the truly wonderful ending… it’s really that good. But hey, don’t take my word for it. Go buy a copy, or get it at your local public library, and read it.
The author paints beautiful pictures with her words. Great story and well written.
Wonderful funny and heartwarming story highly recommended will be reading more from this author
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It is very well written. The plot moved along nicely and the characters are true to life. I will read all of this series.
I can't wait to read other stories by this author.
It had humor and a happy ending plus spiritual
I loved it! This amazing story is at times poignant, and at other times, funny. Very funny. It also reminded me of a story from Scripture with a couple interesting twists, and was rich with spiritual lessons that a wise woman heard, and a less-than-wise woman heard – and each of them received – well, you’ll see. Anna and Felty lived at the top of Huckleberry Hill, so named for the hardy, thriving huckleberry bushes with an overabundance of tasty huckleberries. They had so far been blessed with over 60 years of marriage, thirteen children, and many grand and great-grandchildren. Anna, still almost as lively as she was when she was in her 20’s, wanted to spend this new stage of their lives by playing matchmaker for their single grandsons. Felty adored his bride of 60-plus years, and while he didn’t like to meddle, he did like to see his bride happy. Anna decided to find a bride for their grandson Moses Zimmerman, and believed she found a perfect match when recalling a couple who had housed them when they went to Wautoma for the Bishop’s funeral. They had several children, including adult daughters, so Anna wrote to them and soon had their daughter Lia Shetler in their home. She was so excited when Lia came to “help them” with their housework, cooking, and various chores with their garden and animals (and meet their grandson!). Lia was tall, much taller than many of the young men in their district, but she was also very kind, caring, and hard-working. The grandson who was helping Anna and Felty out, however, had no plans of taking out any young Amish ladies. His heart had been broken by a woman three years ago who left for the world, and he somehow believed that she would return one day. As soon as they met, however, there was friction and banter, which later was more lighthearted than blunt. Moses was one of the fewer men taller than Lia, and he appreciated tall women in a way that her parents did not. Lia’s younger, shorter, and supposedly more beautiful sister became jealous of Lia when she heard about Moses, and decided she had to go to Huckleberry Hill and stay there with Lia. It sounded as if there were men there she could meet who might be suitable matches than the single men where they lived with their parents. Rachel, however, didn’t really cook or clean, or do anything that might detract from her ‘beauty’, and was willing to climb over her sister to get what she thought she wanted. Anna and Felty, Lia, Rachel, and Moses were the primary characters. Of these, I like Lia the best. Sharing some of what others saw as her less-valued traits gives me empathy – and shows me some of the areas of growth that I still need. I really like Anna and Felty; their love for each other, their family and friends coupled with wisdom gained over nearly a century of living according to their faith make them a wonderfully attractive couple. The way they laugh at themselves or bring humor to various situations adds much to the story! The story itself is full of surprises and twists – this author always has a surprise or two tucked away that is sure to delight and leave one satisfied and looking forward to their next visit with the Helmuth family. One thing I really appreciated about Huckleberry Hill is that adults can read and enjoy it, but so can teens! There is nothing in there that I would be concerned about my teenage granddaughter reading, either in language or behaviors. I highly recommend Huckleberry Hill and look forward to future novels in the series. This book was purchased by me and I reviewed this book without compensation of any kind. All opinions are solely mine.
very good book.
I am so glad I have a nook, so I can go back if I want to read it again and again. How the Amish shows no difference than the our world or that is anyone world. How can a father pick between 2 daughters even with there differences is beyond me. LIa is a sweet person all around and Rachel is such a demanding brat...I can not see why Moses could not see this in both right away, I know he did not like Rachel from the beginning, but he should of let it straight from the beginning. Can't wait to read the next book. From Teen to Adult reading
Huckleberry Hill by Jennifer Beckstrand is a cute Amish romance. Huckleberry Hill was a such an enjoyable book to read. Anna and Felty Hellmuth are grandparents to Moses. Anna has decided that Moses needs to marry and she wants to him to marry Lia. So Anna sets out to make sure that Moses and Lia spend a lot time together over the summer. She hires Lia to work on the farm on Huckleberry Hill helping out in the house, gardens, and orchard. Moses runs his own cheese factory as well as helping out at his grandparent's farm. Anna comes up with many ways to get Lia and Moses together. This is such a cute story. I just loved it. I give it 4 out of 5 stars. Lovely romance with many chuckles along the way. If you like Huckleberry Hill, then you will enjoy the other books in the series (Huckleberry Summer, Huckleberry Christmas, and Huckleberry Spring). Happy Reading!
“Huckleberry Hill” by Jennifer Beckstrand is the first book in her 'The Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill' series and what an interesting start of a series to boot. I found myself frustrated more times that I could count because of different attitudes that really bugged me. I was glad to see some attitudes change by the end of the book and at the same time I laughed with the one of the last scenes. So much is happening in this story that I was captivated from the start. I have to say that I fell in love with both Felty and Annie Helmuth for they are so feisty and well more 80 something year old couples should be like them a little more. I found Annie's constant knitting and cooking to be so endearing and her own little way of showing her deepest love for her family and friends, though she is very successful with one and not so hot with the other. Moses is a man who is doing what needs to be done in his life without allowing others to pull his strings. He is loyal almost to the point of being blind to the truth and to the point where others feel bad for him. Moses heart is so warm for he does what he can to not hurt anyone's feelings and makes time to help his grandparents. He knows how to work hard and yet at the same time knows what is more important. There are some pretty big lessons that Moses learns but it seems as if he takes his time to learn them. Lia is a woman who accepted what others have told her to be the truth but yet that has not turned her heart cold and bitter for this is a woman who freely gives so much of herself. She is trying to do her best to be the obedient daughter regardless what this does to her, and never a cross word comes from her lips. There are some pretty important lessons that she learns towards the end when her back is up against the wall to speak. I really wanted to slap one of the characters for this person was a hateful and spiteful character that refused to allow anyone happiness. However, on the upside this character also added some humor to the book for their actions were so clear to what this person was trying to do that I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I wonder if we are going to see this person again sometime in a future book with maybe a major attitude change. I think it would be interesting to see this person after learning a few things for I think they would be a wonderful person with that attitude adjustment. I hope all who read this book enjoy it as much as I have.
Fantastic book-from laughing, to crying, and anger throughout the book! I've had this book for a while and kept passing it up when I would look at my stacks and shelves of books to read, and now I am very sorry for that. While reading Jennifer's book I found myself laughing, crying and really really angry all the way through to then end, from one emotion to another. I must say that this is one of the best books I've read in a while and I'm really looking forward to reading "Huckleberry Summer", already out, and "Huckleberry Christmas" due to be out in October, then "Huckleberry Spring" should be out in February, 2015. I would like to encourage you to get a copy of this book, I don't think you'd be disappointed. Fantastic job Jennifer!
This book is delightful. The characters are charming and funny. Moses & Lia's first meeting along with the matchmaking efforts by his charming grandparents make this a great read. Addibg Lia's sister Rachel in to the.mix is a true bonus. I'm starting book two im the series Huckleberry Summer as soon as I.post this review. I ha e no.doubt it will be as special as Huckleberry Hill.
I really enjoyed this book. It could be read by anyone from teen to adult. Probably not for males as it is more of a "chic" book.