Everything changed between them the first time he called her Katie.
Katherine Yoder has loved Johnny Mullet since the two were children, but heÆs never returned her affections.
Now Johnny is trying to forge a new life for himself by purchasing a farm and building a business of his own. But times are tough, and he soon learns that he canÆt take anything for grantedùespecially Katherine.
Before Johnny has the opportunity to tell Katherine his true feelings, sheÆs struck by a serious illness. While Katherine struggles to recall recent memories of Johnny, a surprise visitor comes back into her life, claiming that his letters speak of a history and a future for the two of them.
With the two men vying for her attention and her memory still elusive, Katherine has never felt so torn. But will the solutions to both JohnnyÆs and KatherineÆs problems lie in places neither one has ever considered?
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With over a million copies sold, Kathleen Fuller is the author of several bestselling novels, including the Hearts of Middlefield novels, the Middlefield Family novels, the Amish of Birch Creek series, and the Amish Letters series as well as a middle-grade Amish series, the Mysteries of Middlefield. Visit her online at KathleenFuller.com; Instagram: kfstoryteller; Facebook: WriterKathleenFuller; Twitter: @TheKatJam.
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Letters to KatieA MIDDLEFIELD FAMILY Novel
By Kathleen Fuller
Thomas NelsonCopyright © 2013 Kathleen Fuller
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Chapter One"Oh, Katherine. This is so schee."
Katherine Yoder smiled at her best friend, Mary Beth Shetler. She 'd spent hours working on the baby quilt, making sure the tiny stitches were as perfect as possible for Mary Beth's new baby. "I'm glad you like it."
"Of course I do." Mary Beth touched the soft flannel quilt, running her fingers over the pale yellow, blue, and peach blocks. Each block had a ragged edge, a new pattern she hadn't attempted before. The simple style was well suited for a baby, and Mary Beth's was due in a few weeks.
"I love it." Mary Beth folded the quilt and placed it on her knees, her expanded belly barely allowing the space. "Danki for such a beautiful gift. Although I don't see how you have the time, working so many hours at the restaurant."
All I have is time. She pushed the self-pity aside and managed a smile. She didn't want to ruin the moment between them with jealousy. Unlike Mary Beth Shetler, Katherine didn't have a husband—and soon a child—to take care of. Outside of working at Mary Yoder's and helping her parents at home, her only other pursuits were her sewing and needlework. She was always busy yet longed for something different. Something more.
Apparently God had other plans.
Mary Beth managed to rise from the chair in her tiny kitchen. Her husband, Chris, had built the four-room home behind Mary Beth's parents' property. The dwelling resembled a dawdi haus, and likely would be used as such once the rest of Mary Beth's siblings—Johnny, Caleb, Micah, and Eli—married and left home. But for now, the tidy, cozy home was enough.
And more than Katherine had.
Mary Beth placed the quilt on the table. "I'm glad you came over. Since I've gotten so big, I haven't gotten out much." Her light blue dress draped over her bulging belly.
Katherine 's eyes widened. "Are you sure you're not having twins?"
"Nee." Her friend laughed. "But I look like I am." With a waddling gait she moved to the cabinet. "Do you want anything to drink?"
Katherine shook her head. "I can't stay too long. I wanted to make sure you got the quilt before the boppli arrived. I have to work later today."
"Maybe just a few minutes?" Mary Beth went back to the table and sat down. She reached for Katherine 's hand. "It's been so long since we talked."
"We 've both been busy." She squeezed her friend's hand. "And you'll be even busier in a few weeks."
"Ya." A radiant glow appeared on Mary Beth's cheeks. "But I don't want us to drift apart. You're mei best friend."
Katherine released her hand. "And I promise I'll be the best aenti to your boppli."
"The baby has plenty of onkels, that's for sure." Her smile dimmed a little.
Katherine frowned. "What's wrong? It's not the boppli, is it?"
"Chris is fine too. We 're happier than we 've ever been."
"Then what is it?"
Mary Beth sighed, but she didn't reply.
"You know you can tell me anything. If something's troubling you, I want to help."
Her friend looked at Katherine. "It's Johnny."
Katherine 's heart twisted itself into a knot. She glanced away before steeling her emotions. "What about Johnny?"
"Are you sure you want to talk about him?"
"I've accepted that there 's no future for us. What I felt for Johnny was a childhood crush."
A crush. The truth was, Katherine had loved Mary Beth's twin brother, Johnny, for as long as she could remember. For years she held out hope for a chance, however small, however remote. She had clung to that dream as if she were drowning and it was her only lifeline.
But not anymore.
She sat straight in the chair, brightened her smile, and said, "What's going on with him?"
"He's been acting ... different."
"What do you mean?"
"Distant. Partly because he 's been working so many hours at the buggy shop. Mamm said she barely sees him except for church service. He leaves early in the morning and comes home late. But when he is around, he 's quiet."
"That doesn't sound like him," Katherine said. "Do you think he 's keeping something from your familye?"
Something ... or someone?
Despite Katherine 's vow not to care, her heart constricted again at the thought.
"I don't know." Mary Beth's brown eyes had lost the warmth they'd held moments ago. "He's becoming like a stranger to me. To all of us. We've drifted apart." Her smile faded. "Like you and I have."
Katherine shook her head in protest. "You know I'm always here for you."
Tears welled in Mary Beth's eyes.
Katherine drew back. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."
"I'm always crying." Mary Beth wiped her eyes. "It makes Chris ab im kopp. Hormones, I'm sure." She sniffed, wiping her eyes. "I'm glad we 're still best friends."
Katherine hugged Mary Beth. "We always will be."
* * *
Johnny Mullet put his hands on his hips and surveyed his new property. Four acres, a small house, and an even smaller barn. All his.
The sad little farm didn't look like much. But by the time he finished fixing everything up, no one would recognize it. He glanced at the empty pasture on the left side of the house. Tall grass, green and dense, swayed against a southerly breeze. He planned to purchase that acreage too. Expand and make his horse farm something he could be proud of.
If only Daed could see ...
At the thought of his father, the grin faded from his face.
Hochmut, his father would say. Pride.
The worst character flaw any Amish could have.
But was there something wrong with feeling satisfied after hard work? After a job well done?
This wasn't about pride. It was about independence. Making a good living. He 'd seen his family struggle. He didn't want that for his future. A future that, God willing, wouldn't include only him.
With the hazy orange sun dipping below the horizon, Johnny hopped into his buggy and headed home. Ten minutes later he arrived at his parents' house. He was late for supper. Again. He quickly put up his horse and hurried into the house, sliding into his seat just as his father closed his eyes for grace.
After prayer, his mother passed his father a platter of ham. He speared a slice with his fork, peering at Johnny as he did. "Long day at work again?"
Johnny picked up a roll from the basket on the table. He drew in a deep breath. "Nee."
"Then why are you late?"
"I bought a farm."
Silence. Johnny glanced around the table. Caleb's mouth dropped open, and Micah's fork was poised in midair. Even six-year-old Eli gave him a funny look. "You what?" His mother's eyes went wide with shock.
"You know that house down the road a piece? The one with the barn in the back?"
"You mean that shack?" Caleb shook his head.
Micah scooped up a forkful of green beans. "Calling it a shack is a stretch."
Their father cleared his throat. The boys ducked their heads and kept eating. He turned to Johnny. "When did you do this?"
"Signed the paperwork yesterday."
"Where did you get the money?"
He was already tired of the third degree, but he had expected no less. "Savings. From my job at Gideon Bender's."
"You must have gotten it for a song," Caleb added. "Or less than a song. Maybe just a note." He chuckled.
"Caleb." His father shot him a silencing look before turning to Johnny again. "I wish you had consulted me first."
"I'm an adult, Daed. I didn't think I had to." Seeing the flash of hurt in his father's eyes, he added, "Trust me. I know what I'm doing."
"I hope so."
"Maybe you two could discuss this after supper?" Mamm's lips pinched into a thin line. "The food is getting cold."
Daed nodded and dug into his food. No one said anything for the rest of the meal. But all Johnny could think about was the disappointed look on his father's face.
* * *
Cora Easley gripped the smartphone in her hand. "The doctor wants me to do what?"
"He'd like to see you again," the nurse repeated in a crisp, emotionless tone. "As soon as possible."
"He'd like to run a few more tests."
"How many more tests does he need?" Cora looked down at the bruise on her arm from the blood draw she'd received a few days ago. For months she 'd been poked, prodded, scanned, and questioned. The dehumanizing madness had to stop. Her weary body couldn't take it anymore.
"You tell Dr. Clemens I'm through with his tests. If he doesn't have a treatment plan by now, clearly I need to see a more competent doctor."
Silence on the other line. The nurse cleared her throat. "Mrs. Easley, Dr. Clemens is just being thorough."
"Too thorough, if you ask me."
"Are you refusing more testing?"
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm doing."
A pause. "I'll mark that in your chart. You'll still need to meet with Dr. Clemens at your earliest convenience. He will want to talk to you."
"And I want to talk to him." This nonsense had gone on long enough. She already had a diagnosis—Parkinson's. What she didn't have was a cure.
After making her appointment, Cora clicked off her phone and laid it on the glass coffee table. She walked to the large window in her penthouse and looked at the landscape in front of her. New York. The city of her birth, the place she 'd lived all her life. But everything had changed in the past few months, changes she never expected.
Her hands trembled. The shaking had worsened over the past two weeks. Dr. Clemens had said to expect it. She hated that he was right.
Parkinson's. The diagnosis terrified her. She'd briefly glanced at the literature about the disease, only to promptly dispose of the pamphlets after reading about some of the symptoms. Loss of memory. Loss of motor function. Loss of control.
Cora Easley had never been out of control. She 'd dictated and orchestrated every aspect of her life except for one. And now she was facing the possibility that within the next couple of years, she wouldn't even be in control of her bodily functions. What kind of life was that? Not one she wanted to live.
Cora turned to look at her maid, a faithful servant for the past several years. If it hadn't been for Manuela, her grandson, Sawyer, wouldn't have found out the truth about his parents and the reason his mother ran off with his father. Or the story behind the estranged relationship she had with her daughter, Kerry, and how Kerry had tried to mend the rift between them. Cora's stubbornness had thwarted that. And now her grandson didn't seem to want to have anything to do with her.
When he left to find Laura Stutzman two months ago, he swore he 'd return. But he hadn't. She wasn't sure he ever would.
"Señora?" Manuela repeated. "Por favor. Did you hear me?"
"Sorry. Lost in my thoughts, I suppose."
"Is everything all right?"
"Everything is fine." But it couldn't be further from the truth. She walked away from the window. "I need a glass of sparkling water."
"Sí. Anything else?"
"No, just the water. Bring it to my bedroom."
Manuela nodded and disappeared from the room. Cora made her way to her spacious bedroom. She sat on the edge of her bed, the silk comforter rustling from the movement. She picked up the landline phone on the mahogany end table. Dialed a familiar number. Tensed when she heard the voice mail.
"This is Sawyer. Leave a message."
She opened her mouth to speak, but words failed. She couldn't tell her grandson about her diagnosis. Not like this. She'd have to find another way. But she had no idea how.
Chapter TwoThe next morning was a busy one at Mary Yoder's. Katherine had served four tables nonstop. It was nearly lunchtime before she got a moment to catch her breath, and then another customer showed up in her section—an Amish man. He looked to be about her age, but she didn't recognize him. She ran a hand across her brow, took her pad out of her apron pocket, and went to the table.
"Wie gehts," she said. "What can I get you to drink?"
He looked up from the menu. When he met Katherine 's gaze, he grinned. A small dimple dented his lower right cheek. "What do you recommend?"
"We have iced tea, lemonade, water, soda pop."
"Hmm." He kept looking at Katherine. "Iced tea sounds gut."
"I'll have it right out for you."
"Thank you." He lifted an eyebrow and looked at her name tag. "Katherine."
She nodded and headed for the beverage station. Chrystal, a Yankee waitress, came up beside her. "Do you know that guy?"
Katherine glanced over her shoulder. Instead of looking at his menu, he seemed to be focused on her. Or maybe he was noticing Chrystal, with her tall, slender figure and long black hair. "No. I've never seen him before."
"Me either. But he sure seems interested in you."
Katherine shrugged, her cheeks heating at the thought. "I doubt that."
"I don't." Chrystal started to walk away. "He hasn't taken his eyes off you since he walked in."
Katherine shook her head. "You're imagining things."
She picked up the tea and took it to him. "What else can I get you?"
"I don't rightly know." He pointed to the menu but continued to look at her. "I've never been here before. I'm new in town."
"That's nice." She kept her pencil poised above her pad.
"Name's Isaac. From Walnut Creek. I'm staying with a cousin of mine, helping him with his logging business. This is my first day in Middlefield."
Katherine nodded. "Your order?"
Still he didn't answer. Instead he kept staring at her, smiling. He had kind blue eyes and sandy-blond hair. She had to admit he was handsome.
"Why don't you surprise me?" he said.
"Surprise me," he repeated. "You decide what I'm going to have." He leaned back in the chair.
"That would be hard, considering we don't know each other."
His grin widened. "Maybe someday we can change that."
Katherine froze and stared at him, then mechanically wrote down an entrée. "Our fried chicken is gut."
"Fried chicken it is."
She made her way back to the kitchen. Chrystal leaned against the door frame and winked. "Told ya. Never seen someone flirt so hard in my life."
"I don't understand."
Chrystal chuckled and patted Katherine on the arm. "Sweetie, if that guy has his way, you will."
* * *
"Are you sure about this?" Laura asked.
Sawyer Thompson reached for her hand as they sat in well-worn rockers on Adam and Emma Otto's front porch. "Like I said before, I'm more sure of this than anything."
"Anything?" Laura smiled.
Sawyer stared at her in the dimming evening light. He could see the outlines of the thin scars on her face, damage Mark King had caused. But they didn't detract from her beauty. Now that Mark was in jail and Laura had let go of her revenge, peace enhanced her loveliness, making her more attractive to him than ever before.
But she wasn't referring to their relationship. They were discussing something far more important. "Laura, I want to join the church. And I want to marry you. But like I told everyone else, my faith is the most important thing. Becoming Amish is what I want above all."
Laura smiled wider. "As it should be." She rubbed her soft fingers against his rough ones, his skin callused from working for so many years in his adoptive father's carpentry shop. They remained silent for a few moments, enjoying the quiet of the evening and the loving security of that simple touch.
She broke the silence first. "Have you spoken to your grandmother lately?"
"Have you talked to your parents?" He wanted to bite back the words, but he 'd already put them out there.
As he expected, Laura's smile dimmed. She tried to pull away, but Sawyer wouldn't let go. "Laura, I know why I'm avoiding Cora. We both do. What I don't understand is why you're avoiding your parents."
"I'm not. I've written to them."
"It's been three months since they've seen you. I'm sure they miss you."
"I'm not ready to go back yet." She looked out into the yard. "Tennessee doesn't feel like home anymore. I don't know how to explain that to them."
"You'll figure out a way."
"I hope so. I've let them down so much."
Sawyer knelt down in front of her. "No more regrets, remember? No more punishing yourself."
"I know, but I've made so many mistakes. And I still need to pay Cora back—"
He put his finger on her lips. What he wouldn't do to sneak a kiss, even a small one ...
But he stopped himself. For one thing, he respected Emma and Adam too much. Laura had become like a member of their family. Adam had admitted as much to him the other day. "Emma likes having her around," he'd said. "So does Leona. Laura is like the schweschder I never had."
More importantly, he respected the Amish way. He might not be Amish yet, but Sawyer had grown up in an Amish home during his teen years, and he understood their courting customs. The chaste attitude toward each other. No public displays of affection.
He not only respected it, he appreciated it. Outward expressions of emotion in front of others had never been his thing, even when he attended a Yankee high school, where it seemed there were couples holding hands—and trying to do more—everywhere he looked.
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Letters to Katie is the third book in the series and the main characters, Johnny and Katherine (Katie), explore what God really wants for them in their lives. Katie has spent years yearning for Johnny's love, and not receiving it. When Katie has health issues and ends up in the hospital with memory loss as a result, will she be able to accept Johnny's claims that he cares for her or will her heart be won by another? The author also continues Laura and Sawyer's story from the second novel and ties up that story nicely. This story confronts the issues of following your own will instead of following God's guidance. Johnny and Katie, as well as Sawyer's grandmother are prime examples of this. Letters to Katie is a good addition to the Middlefield Family Novels. I received a copy of this book free from the publisher, Thomas Nelson, through NetGalley, in exchange for my honest review.
While the glossary in the front of the book was helpful, things like that tend to take away from the book for me. If I have to constantly flip to the front of the book in order to understand what I'm reading, then I can't stay immersed in the story. The concept sounded interesting, but I found all of the stories and characters to be too confusing to follow.
Of all the Amish fiction I've read recently, unfortunately, this is probably my least favorite. Overall, though, it's an enjoyable read, especially for those who like this genre. Katie has liked Johnny since they were young, but he has always dismissed her. Now that they are older and Johnny is trying to strike out on his own, he realizes how much he cares for Katie but is afraid to tell her. Throw in a case of viral meningitis that causes Katie to forget the previous three weeks, including a young man named Isaac who is writing letters to her, and Johnny is in quite the predicament. In another storyline, Sawyer and Laura want to get married, but Sawyer must deal with his rich, high-society grandmother who wants him to come back to New York with her and run her company, and Laura must deal with the ghosts of a past relationship. One aspect of the book I did like was when Katie and Johnny both realized they had been putting their wants before God's will and what happens when they try to change that. However, there were numerous aspects I didn't like as much: 1. The letters aspect of the title isn't really prevalent enough, in my opinion, to make it that noteworthy. Isaac writes letters to Katie while he is traveling, but the letters aren't explored in-depth. Johnny also writes letters to Katie near the end of the book, but this almost seems like an afterthought to include this. I also found the character of Isaac underdeveloped because he comes to the restaurant, happens to meet Katie, and is suddenly smitten with her enough to write her numerous letters while traveling with his father even though he's barely spoken to her except the few times he's come into the restaurant. 2. At the beginning, so many characters and storylines are introduced that it's difficult to keep them all straight, and they really don't tie together very tightly, almost making you wonder why both were necessary. 3. There's a character named Mark King mentioned in Sawyer and Laura's story who never is fully developed and, in my opinion, serves more to muddle the story than enhance it. Apparently Mark deceived Laura and this lead to a series of unfortunate events, but the events are never fully developed and the character of Mark fully understood. This I found particularly annoying. As I said, this ultimately is an enjoyable read, but I just have found other Amish fiction I've read to be better. Note: I received a review copy of this book from the publisher, Thomas Nelson.
Have you ever had a time when you thought you knew exactly how things were going to play out in your life—but things didn’t go according to your plan? Has serious illness ever changed your perspective on things? Have you ever found your answers in the most unexpected places? Then you will enjoy Letters to Katie. Katherine had thought since childhood that Johnny Mullet would learn to love her—but what about this handsome Isaac who has his eye on her? Johnny buys an old run down horse farm that he plans to fix up, but how will he do it without an interested investor? Katherine is sure she’s found an entrance into Johnny’s heart--but what happens when company shows up? Johnny finds the perfect time to tell Katherine what is on his mind, but what impact will her serious illness have on his plan? Too often, we try to figure it all out for ourselves. We plan, and we scheme, and we dream without regard for God’s plan for our lives. “I’ve always put you first in my life, in my thoughts, in my heart. It’s time for me to do that with God.” (page 259) One of my favorite verses says it best—“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11 NIV. God has a plan for our lives, and it is always in our best interest. God is on your side! A life partner, a business venture, making a large purchase, a job—God has a plan—but are we willing to pray and search out what His will is before jumping into our own plans? When we give it to God, and we let Him lead us to our decisions, sometimes He gives us the very thing we wanted all along. It is just in His timing and His way rather than our own. Sometimes it is remembering who we are in Christ that teaches us how to move forward in our own lives. Kathleen Fuller does a stellar job of unfolding this truth within the story. The story is so believable and real, that it draws you in, revealing a storyline that plays out this scriptural concept in a simple, yet profound way. This story is filled with beautiful romance, unexpected suspense, a little bit of attitude, and Godly truth. This story is set in the heart of Middlefield, Ohio’s Amish community.
Lovely Amish Romance I have been a Kathleen Fuller fan since I first read An Amish Wedding . I've said before that I think her writing is always well-paced, sweet and romantic, and Letters to Katie lived up to that description. Letters to Katie is the third book in the Middlefield Family series, and even though I had not yet read the first two, I found this one a lovely stand-alone work with past stories and characters well-weaved into the overall story. The main female character in this book is Kathleen Yoder - a young Amish lady who has been in love with her best friend's twin brother for many years. Unfortunately, Johhny - the boy capturing her attention - has always kept his distance from her and refused her attention. Throughout Letters to Katie, we as readers get to experience the anguish of unrequited love - those feelings of envy and jealousy and hurt and hope and frustration. Katherine's inner-monologues are heartbreaking and poignant, leaving me on the verge of tears with a knot in my belly on more than one occasion. And then there's Johnny. Oh my goodness, he just can't catch a break. And yet, as a reader with a broader perspective, you can see where he has gone wrong and you just keep hoping and wishing he will make that turn to get back on the correct path. As his life falls apart and his loses start stacking up, his anxiety continually increases and his decisions get even worse. The tension through the words on the page is tangible and leaves the reader wondering if he is either going to fall right off the edge of that cliff or pull himself back at the very brink. I've never wanted to smack an imaginary character in the head and scold him as much as I did Johnny Mullet. There are sections in the book written as continuations of other plot lines from the previous books that add to what is an overall story of love, trust and family. That is what Kathleen's writing always displays strongly - family. She writes the bonds between all sorts of family - husbands and wives, sisters and brothers, grandmothers and grandsons - in a way that we can all relate to. The tension, the joy, the heartbreak, the support - it's all there on the page, playing out in a very honest and organic way. She pulls all of these characters together and makes you care for them, makes you want to know more about them. I will absolutely be looking forward to the fourth book in the series to see how Johnny and Katherine proceed through life. I rated this book a four on Goodreads but it's a 4.5 here. This is a well-written book with a sweet yet strong story line that is overflowing with emotion and tension. A tad more angsty than Kathleen's work I've read previously (in my opinion), Letters to Katie has found a permanent place in my heart and on my bookshelf.
REVIEW- In Ohio we find our friends from Middlefield loved their old friends and spending time with them. Even Grandmother of Sawyer was in Ohio. She is trying to get Sawyer to leave the Amish and Laura and take over her company in NY. Will he do this? Katherine Yoder has loved Johnny Mullett since they were children. He would spurn her and make jokes about her. Is he going to wake up and grow up to realize he may be too late for Katherine Yoder? Katherine has found a new interest, Isaac. This will make you wonder if Johnny is really too late. Isaac wants to take her to a singing and when he has to leave town he asks her if it's alright if he writes to her. The author, Kathleen Fuller lets you enjoy these sweet people through their troubles, sorrows and joys, I wish the courting of Katherine Yoder and Isaac had been more of a courtship. It seems that they just meet and he is automatically smitten. I also wish the letters that Isaac wrote Katie were brought out a little more. I'm sure they were private but a little of their content could have been explored. Katie's mother showed her dislike for Johnny. I don't really know why except he is young and he treated Katie rather foolishly when they were children. But, some mothers over react when it comes to their children, no matter how old they are. This is a well written, tender and sweet Amish book. The author did a good job of writing the book so you could imagine yourself there with the characters. If you love Amish Reading then don't miss this book LETTERS TO KATIE by Kathleen Fuller. I promise you won't be disappointed. I received a complimentary copy of this book from Book Sneeze on behalf of the author Kathleen Fuller for this unbiased review. I would give this book 5 STARS.
Katie has had her heart set on Johnny since she was a young girl but he has never paid any attention to her. If anything, he's been somewhat cruel to her. He is ready to acknowledge his feelings for her but first he feels he must have something more to offer her--to deserve her. Before he gets his chance to show her how he feels another young man starts to take notice and pay attention to Katie. Shortly thereafter, Katie is struck with a mysterious illness that lands her in the hospital. While things prove not to be too serious and she will recover--her memory of time lost may prove to be a difficult stumbling block when it comes to winning her heart. There was very little I didn't like about this book--I enjoyed all of it. I will admit that Katie's mother really frustrated me with her adamant distaste for Johnny. For reasons I couldn't really discern other than his young and foolish treatment of Katie when they were younger; I thought she did a good job of overreacting to the situation. I suppose it is just one of those things though where mothers are sometimes irrational when it comes to their children. Overall? Fantastic story that I would recommend to any fan of Amish/Christian fiction. I loved the moral of the story!
You only hurt the one you love. This is the exact case with Katherine Yoder and Johnny Mullet. When Katherine passed out due to her severe headache that has been happening to her for several weeks, Johnny finally realised her importance in his life. However, she doesn’t remember what the man of her dreams said to see her before she collapsed. As the female protagonist struggles to recall her recent memories of Johnny, a man named Issac suddenly arrives. He claims that they had been writing letters to each other, before her illness. This is a story with a great premise.I was mildly surprised to find out that this is the third book in the Middlefield Family series. When it comes to reading book series, I would prefer to read them in chronological order. Then again, who doesn’t? So I was a little bit worried that I wouldn’t be able to understand some parts. At one point, I felt that I should check out the first two series before devouring myself in Letters to Katie. But I did not, because he author did a fantastic job in piecing togather and breaking down the story. There is a frequent use of Pennsylvania Dutch, which was why I kept going back to the glossary to find out the meanings of these special words. One minor downfall of this book: I expected more excerpts of the characters’ letters. I mean, the book is titled ‘Letters to Katie’ after all. Letters to Katie is a book filled with enduring characters. Katherine, Johhny, Anna, Laura, Sawyer- and many more- are such likeable characters. Their headstrong, never-say-die attitude makes me want to root for them for their happiness. The book has great space and depth. Some romance novels can get rather slow-going and commonplace. Fortunately, this is the opposite case for Letters to Katie. My overall reaction: A book rich with humanity. A pure and heartwarming read.
Letters to Katie is a beautiful story of love among several young Amish couples....Johnny and Katie, Sawyer and Laura, and Mary Beth and Chris and their new baby. Sawyer has recently been reunited with his biological grandmother, Cora, after his mother died and he was adopted by an Amish family. Cora is rich and wants Sawyer to take over her business as she has Parkinson's and doesn't expect to live much longer. Sawyer does not want anything to do with the business as he plans to join the Amish church and marry Laura. Read this wonderful book to find out what happens for these complex characters. I received a free kindle copy of this book from booksneeze in exchange for an honest review.
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