Tessa Tarrington's life is swirling out of control. No job. No apartment. Sick Dad...And she’s back in high school! Teaching at her Gibson's Run alma mater would be tolerable, except she’s sharing purgatory with her mortal enemy, Ryland Jessup. But eight years post-high-school, and after tragedies she can barely understand, Ryland no longer fits her mental image of the over-sized bully he once was. In fact, much to her disgust, he’s finding his way into her heart. After the sudden death of his wife, Ryland hung up his professional shoulder pads and picked up a whistle. Now he’s focused on coaching the high school football team and raising his daughter. The sudden return of his childhood crush, Tessa Tarrington, has reawakened long-ago feelings. But if God's giving him a second chance to impress Tessa, the Man Upstairs has a funny way of showing it. Just when Tessa starts to lighten up, Ryland's best friend returns. Will the always-irresistible Joey Taylor stifle any hope Ryland has to ignite the dream of a relationship with Tessa?
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C.E. Hilbert works in the fashion industry by day and writes romantic fiction by night. She is the author of From Scratch. She lives in Columbus, Ohio.
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Tessa Tarrington's life was in the toilet.
Dad? Heart attack.
Current residence? Childhood bedroom.
Love life? Non-existent.
Her life was swirling in the bowl, just waiting for the ultimate flush.
Until a few months ago, everything was tripping along at a wonderful pace. Great job. Fantastic apartment. Friends. Not a toilet bowl in sight. After graduating from college nearly one thousand miles from her childhood home of Gibson's Run, Ohio, she'd landed a job as a writer with Evanston and Evanston, a specialty publisher located in New Orleans.
The small print house specialized in untold stories and memoirs. But they had a dirty little secret: none of their authors wrote a single word, except their names at book signings. E&E relied almost solely on ghost writers.
Four years into her career as a ghost writer, Tessa's assignments were far-reaching. She'd written about a politician's wife's story of cancer survival and a bestselling song artist's memoir about rising from poverty in Canada. She'd shared stories that needed to be told while remaining neatly tucked away in the shadows — the credit for her beautifully crafted words resting on the stars of the stories themselves. The number one goal of a ghost writer: remain a ghost. And she performed her duties flawlessly until ... the terrible, awful day.
While away at her college homecoming, her apartment was robbed. Notes for two current pieces and four future contracts were stolen — sold to the highest tabloid bidder. Her anonymity went from walking down a street unhindered to hiding from paparazzi. No longer the writer of stories, she was the story. Clients dropped her like a hot branding iron, leaving her unemployed and a pariah in the world of publishing.
While her professional life was falling apart, she received the phone call she'd dreaded since her mother's funeral three years earlier. Her father was in the hospital with a suspected heart attack.
One flight to Columbus and seventy-two hours later, she'd accepted a long term substitute position at her alma mater. She returned to New Orleans long enough to pack up her coupe and head home to the town she'd left in the dust. Being near her father was necessary. The lone bonus for returning to her hometown of nearly three thousand residents was that the publicity about her came to a screeching halt.
And now, the one threshold she'd promised to never cross again was about to become her daily purgatory for the foreseeable future. She was back in high school. Her years of matriculation in the Gibson's Run Local Schools were a series of embarrassments, humiliations, and harassments. All beginning with her sixth birthday when Ryland Jessup gave her "Days of the Week" panties.
Holding the seven pairs of egg-rolled undies in their long rectangle box, with embarrassment she had piddled in her white overalls from Suzi's On Main. From her sixth birthday through the seventh grade, she'd been known as Pee-Pee Tee-Tee. Thankfully, the when she'd entered McKinley Jr. High, the taunt became too long for the cool kids, but the ever clever Ryland shortened the dreaded nickname to T.T.
Throughout her Ryland-tortured adolescence, she sought the simple comfort of blending into the halls, the back row of class, and the loser lunch table for one. She'd been an above average student who only received knocks for shyness, and lack of class participation.
The one bright spot was Joey Taylor, the starting centerfielder for the GRHS Grizzlies and the center of her tiny universe. He was the lone reason she shoved the comforter from her face every morning. Not that he knew she existed beyond the praise band at church, and when the Grizzlies won the state baseball championship Joey Taylor had swung completely out of her orbit along with the last good thing about Gibson's Run.
Despite vowing never to return, she had a reoccurring fantasy of coming back to town to be honored as a Hall of Fame alumna. And, maybe she'd imagined Joey Taylor giving her introduction speech. And maybe, just maybe, she'd envisioned Ryland Jessup fifty pounds overweight and balding, sitting in the audience while she gave her acceptance speech.
"Well, as I live in breathe. If it isn't T.T. Tarrington."
A shiver ran down her spine at the sound of the voice she would recognize fifty years from now. Swiveling, Tessa locked her gaze with steely gray eyes that seemed to twinkle with a bit of the devil.
Full head of hair and the evidence of a flat belly beneath his GRHS polo shirt.
Tessa's lungs burned as she sucked in a breath to keep her scream in check. Ryland Jessup. Of course her first day back at GRHS had to mirror her last with his smarmy grin and busting biceps blocking the hall. She resisted the urge to look down to confirm zero puddles. Once a piddler always a piddler.
"What brings you back to high school, T.T.?" Looping one thick, muscled forearm over the other, he leaned against the row of freshly painted lockers. His gaze raked over her body from the nothing heels of her sensible black flats to her simple ponytail before settling his overly inquisitive gaze directly on her face.
With a swipe of her hand over her forehead, she locked a stock sorority smile across her lips and spoke through clenched teeth. "I'm filling in for Mrs. Monahan while she's on short term disability for her hip."
"Huh, that puts you here for the rest of the semester."
She nodded. "I need to get to class." Without a word of dismissal she pivoted, taking long strides toward her classroom.
"Hey, wait up." His sneakers squeaked as he jogged to catch her. His hand clamped on to her shoulder and he spun her to face him. "That was kind of rude, T.T. We're colleagues now. Don't be all standoffish like when we were kids."
Her mouth dropped open.
"Yeah, kind of like this ..."
A dangerous combination of twenty years of teasing and weeks of paparazzi pursuit exploded. "Are you kidding me? Standoffish? Rude? You've called me T.T. since I was six years old. You remind me every time I see you of the most humiliating three minutes of my life. You're a rude, insensitive jock who, I imagine, returned to high school because this is the only place bullying is still tolerated in America."
He slid away from her. His face reflected shock and maybe a little awe.
She knew it was rude. She didn't care. She just needed to get away from him. Running the twenty feet to her class room, she slammed the door shut.
Ryland walked toward the athletic office located outside the boys' locker room. Flipping the light switch, he ignored the buzzing of the bulbs kicking to life. His chair groaned under the bulk of his six foot, six inch frame.
T.T. Tarrington was back in Gibson's Run. She had just gone down the hall before disappearing around the corner to the upperclassman wing. He'd seen her with his own eyes.
She was still as pretty as a fairytale princess. Corn silk hair brushed the top of her waistband and eyes the color of spring grass sparkled. But gone was the shy waif who barely peeped outside of the church praise band. Somewhere between graduation and this morning, T.T. discovered a voice. And that voice was a shrew.
Ryland couldn't recall the last time he'd been torn down so viciously in public. Coaches kept their yelling to offices and sidelines. His father was always more of a "teach by example" parent and only yelled when he was trying to get all six of his kids to the dinner table at the same time. Most people in his circle treated Ryland with kindness or at least good natured joking — which was what his old nickname for Tessa was. Just some good natured teasing. But when women were in the mix, good-natured and kindness were often worlds apart.
His late wife had been the master at the private cut and the public coo. When she was alive, Macy Collins-Jessup had been all about keeping private business private. Back then she was an NFL wife. He was the starting middle linebacker on a top ten team. They had an image to preserve. Macy and Ryland Jessup were the poster couple for success in professional sports; a couple with on-paper Christian values who attended church regularly, sponsored two local charities, and had the sweetest baby girl God ever created. Or at least that's what every Macy-approved press release touted.
For too long, Ryland bought the lie. He had loved his former cheerleader wife. She was beautiful and outwardly sweet. He thought she was his ultimate supporter, encouraging him to go into the draft a year early after completing his undergraduate work in three years. His mother balked at her only son's decision to forgo his final year of Division I ball and the chance at a graduate degree, but Macy convinced Ryland waiting for his NFL break could include a break to his body and the end of his NFL dream. At the ripe-old age of twenty-one, Ryland Tucker Jessup became the fifteenth overall pick in the draft, a husband, and less than a year later the proud father of Emma Grace Jessup.
Today, five short years after he walked on the stage and donned the hat of his new team, he was a widower, a single dad to a rambunctious toddler, and the coach of his former high school football team — his NFL career a near distant memory.
As topsy-turvy as the last five years had been, he wouldn't change a moment of them. Except the death of his wife. They had been heading to divorce court, but Emma would need her mother one day. He hoped the Lord gave him the strength and the words to help his wonderful daughter grow into the delightful beauty he knew was lying dormant inside her four-year-old tomboy frame.
He glanced out his two-by-four window — the only source of natural light or fresh air in the sardine container the school district called the athletic department head office — and his mind dropped back to Tessa Tarrington. When he was six years old he declared to his mother he would love Tessa Tarrington until the day he died. His mind replayed the day like a home movie.
Tripping over his too large feet, he ran through the back door of the four bedroom house, home to the giant Jessup family. "Momma! Momma! I just gots t-ta t-tells you something." He yelled, stumbling over his "T's" with his front teeth lost to the Tooth Fairy.
"Ryland, it is 'have to tell' you something. No one 'gots' anything. It's not a word." His mother had her PhD and taught courses on the impact of ancient masterpieces on modern literature, the early writings of C.S. Lewis, and her personal favorite, the complete works of Jane Austen. She did not tolerate poor grammar — even in her beloved youngest son, just starting kindergarten.
"Yes, Momma. Well, I have to t-tell you. I met my wife today."
She chuckled. "Really, Ryland. What's her name?"
"T-Tessa. T-Tessa T-Tarrington." He gave her a broad, toothless grin.
"You're planning to marry Reverend Tarrington's little girl? Why?"
That's what he loved most about his momma. She didn't think he was crazy even when he told her something she clearly thought was not quite right. She talked to him as if he were a grown-up. She talked to him just as she talked to his oldest sister, Elizabeth, who was thirteen and real grown-up.
"Because she's the prettiest girl I ever sawed. She looks just like a princess in one of those fairy t-tale books the t-twins have."
"The prettiest girl you ever saw."
"Yes ma'am. Prettiest next to you."
She slid a cookie onto a plate in front of him and asked him the most serious question of his life. "Pretty isn't everything, Ryland. Why else do you want to marry her?"
"She's real smart. She knew Columbus was the capital of Ohio. Who knows stuff like that?" He snatched the cookie and clumsily chomped down using his molars.
"Who knows stuff like what?" His father asked as he entered the kitchen wiping at the sweat dripping down his face.
"Stuff like Columbus being the capital of Ohio." His mother offered. "Your son has fallen in love with a beautiful and smart girl it seems."
His father nodded and ruffled the top of Ryland's curly brown head. "Well, like father like son."
Ryland chuckled at the memory and all of the days that quickly followed in kindergarten. After school, his mother would ask him about his day and he would start with a story about Tessa. Occasionally he talked about his friends Joey and Marshall but mostly his talk focused on Tessa Tarrington and his eternal love for her. When he received the invitation to her birthday party, he asked all his friends and his sisters what he should get for her.
His sister, Harper, said he should get her a doll; that way when she went to sleep every night she would think of Ryland. The twins — Marianne and Elinor — thought he should get her a football so they could play together. But his best friend, Joey Taylor, landed on the perfect gift. "Days of the Week" underwear.
"Just think Rys ... she'll think of you every day and just about my favorite things on the planet, other than my baseball glove, are my superhero underwears. When I wear them I'm never scared of the third graders stealing my lunch. You give her 'em underwears and she'll never be scared of nothin'."
And so he'd ridden his first two wheeler four blocks into town and spent all his baseball card money at Suzi's on Main on the pretty box of rolled up underwear. He was thrilled. He went straight home and wrapped the box all by himself. Everyone at the party was surprised by his present, but no one more than Tessa. She reacted just like his new puppy, Bennett, and peed all over the floor. He wanted to warn her and so he tried to whisper to her, "You pee-pee'd T-T ..." but he was too late.
All the boys at the party heard his stuttered attempt to warn the love of his life of her embarrassing moment. The warning devolved into a taunt. Tessa ran to her parents' bedroom and Ryland was dragged by his mother's bear claw grip from the party — out of Tessa's life. The whispered warning twisted into a nickname and the love of his life became his mortal enemy.
"Hey Coach," the soft knock and strangled voice of fifteen-year old sophomore, Jackson Murray, halted his trip down memory lane.
"Murray," he glanced at the wall clock. The school was fifteen minutes deep into first period. "Shouldn't you be in English?"
The gangly, three-sport athlete shrugged causing his overly long hair to flop in his eyes. "We got a sub. No bigs." He plopped in the chair opposite Ryland's desk.
"Major bigs, Murray." Ryland slammed his chair back to the wall with a squeak and a muffled thud. "And by the sound of your grammar you need all the time in English class you can spare. Maybe I should discuss a special reading assignment with your new substitute for you. Improve your take on the beautiful language of kings and queens. What do you say?" Without waiting for a response, he roughly guided the six-foot-two starting first baseman down the hall.
Ryland was about to see Tessa Tarrington for a second time in one day. Her response to him for round two most likely would not be improved.
The shrill of the bell announced the end of the school day and Tessa's eighth period Modern American Literature class.
"OK ladies and gentlemen, we'll pick up tomorrow where you left off with Mrs. Monahan. We'll be reviewing the potential titles to use for your papers on dystopian literature in the modern era. Have a wonderful evening."
The mix of juniors and seniors trickled into the hallway. The din of their conversations followed in their wake.
Her eyes flittered shut, the blessing of silence encapsulating her. Every muscle in her body felt as if she had run back-to-back marathons. Even her fingernails hurt. How does one actually have pain in the fingernail? With a long sigh, she pushed from her chair to wipe the giant white board behind her.
"I kind of miss chalkboards."
As if she wasn't already in enough pain. She plastered a long-practiced sorority smile on her lips and turned to find Ryland Jessup holding up the door frame of her classroom. "Coach Jessup, what can I do for you?"
"Well, Miss T., it's not what you can do for me. It's what I can do for you."
She gritted her teeth, but her smile never wavered. She had perfected the smile after three years of Rush, encountering hundreds of girls, and several sisters, who were less than genuine. Delta Alpha Psi, her chosen sisterhood, was not one of the crazy, partying kind of sororities that ended up on the news with black slashes hiding the identity of underage girls. Her sisterhood was more subdued — filled with girls majoring in English, Elementary Education, or something with the arts. They had movie nights featuring the latest British film, and book clubs discussing the finer points of Austen's heroines. She'd found her people. Bookworms in pearls.
Excerpted from "Life on the Porcelain Edge"
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Life on the Porcelain Edge is a lovely and sweet story of romance and faith--sometimes light and funny but at times, more serious. Tessa Tarrington is working as a ghostwriter in New Orleans writing personal stories of celebrities. Unfortunate events in NOLA and her father's heart attack have her going back to her hometown in Ohio to help him recover. While her life is swirling out of control, she is able to get a job as a substitute teacher at her old high school where she is teaching with an old classmate, Ryland, now a single father of sweet little Emma and a coach after a short career in the NFL. She doesn't have fond memories of him but he has loved her since they were six years old. It was fun to watch the two banter and get to know each other again. The characters are genuine, well developed and likable and will have you pulling for them. Another classmate and Ryland's best friend, Joey, is a professional baseball player, who is in town for a while. He is a funny and charming guy but with his own issues. Tessa had a huge crush on Joey in high school and his attention is a balm to her soul. Her two best friends, sorority sisters Ella and Lily Mae, especially Lil, adds some lighthearted fun to the story. They will all need some faith, trust, love and forgiveness to get them through the issues that life throws them. I really enjoyed the bantering and interactions of the characters and how the author deals with overcoming the problems that crop up with the characters. I received a complimentary copy from the Pelican Book Group through NetGalley to read and review. The opinions are mine only.
Rcvd an ARC at no cost to author..This book was fun and all over the place, how well we have lol moments, tear moments and chaos moments.. So we meet Tessa was a ghost writer, but unfortunately someone broke into her files and outs her and she loses her livelihood. Then to top that off her dad has a heart attack and she has to go home to care for him where she runs into her old classmate who always had a crush on her but she felt he was a bully. When you think that she and Ryland have something about to happen here comes Joey, and just what is it with him..Anyhoo true entertainment.. Enjoy!
I'm on the porcelain edge is about Tessa Tarrington and her life – her life was circling the drain, she was fired from her job, her dad had a heart attack, she lives in her childhood bedroom and her love life just doesn't exist. Her apartment was broken into and things stolen including her four pieces of work and two contracts were stolen and they were sold to the highest bidder now her only anonymity as a writer is gone. She has no privacy going down the street. Do you want me to go on? The poor Woman , but GOD is with her and can turn serious lemon into the best lemonade can't HE? Well does HE do that for Gertrude? Does her life get better or worse? I hope you find out.
I can’t remember when I’ve been drawn into and enjoyed a story like happened with “Life on the Porcelain Edge.” C. E. Hilbert cast the net and drew me into Tessa Tarrington’s disintegrating world. Then she flushed me headlong into a continual swirling basin of emotions and kept flushing with every turn of the page. This author’s ability to create a cast of exciting, memorable characters and dialogue kept me riding the crest of her killer words, racing the dips and dives, doubting there could ever be any happily-ever-after ending. Just when I envisioned what the next flush would bring, she’d twist my heart and her plot again and again. Technicolor personalities and places like New Orleans before Mardi Gras, and NFL hunk, Ryland Jessup, and precious little Emma kept me gobbling Ms. Hilbert’s words way into the pre-dawn hours. This is an epic love story! Now I’m going to reread “Life on the Porcelain Edge,” because I’d like to savor this author’s words, rather than race to find out who dunnit. And I’d suggest you grab a copy, but don’t you dare read the last page first. Marvelous book…Five enormous stars!
Reviewed by Rabia Tanveer for Readers' Favorite Life on the Porcelain Edge by C.E. Hilbert is the perfect example of great comic timing, amazing romance and superior writing skills. This is the story of a woman named Tessa Tarrington who is at her wits' end, thanks to her now having no job, no home, and her life generally spinning out of control. The only way she can salvage her life is by going back to her old high school, and she does so as a teacher. She has no idea that her life is going to take another dramatic turn when she finds out that the boy who once tormented her in high school is now the football coach. When he lost his wife, Ryland Jessup became a football coach at his old high school to feel grounded. He spends his days training the boys and his evenings taking care of his daughter. He had no idea that his life was going to take a new turn with the arrival of his high school crush, Tessa Tarrington. He also had no idea that he still had feelings for her. She is a little reluctant to give him a chance, but soon she warms up to him. But when his best friend with irresistible charm decides to come back home, Ryland now questions everything. Will Tessa give him a chance? Or will she fall for the charm of Joey Taylor? This was a very fun and entertaining novel to read. I love romance of all types, so when I got my hands on Life on the Porcelain Edge, I excitedly jumped at the chance to read it. The novel truly lives up to the title and then some. Tessa is hilarious and so relatable; Ryland is fun and definitely a guy that any woman would want. Together, they make a formidable team that is hard to resist. This novel had me on the edge of my seat, smiling, biting my nails and rooting for these two. This novel is simply so entertaining and enjoyable.
Reviewed by Romuald Dzemo for Readers' Favorite Life on the Porcelain Edge by C.E. Hilbert begins with very interesting facts about one of the key characters, Tessa Tarrington. Her life is in the toilet. Having lost her job and with a father suffering from a heart attack, how can she help when she now lives in her childhood bedroom? The narrator says her life is swirling "in the bowl, just waiting for the ultimate flush." But Tessa is a fighter and will look for ways to get back on her feet, which is why she takes up a teaching job at her Gibson’s Run alma mater. The only problem is that she would be meeting her worst enemy, Ryland Jessup, the bully, who now returns to the school to coach the football team while raising his daughter. But eight years have transformed the once over-sized bully into an attractive man who seems to quickly get into Tessa's heart. But when she begins to open her heart to him, his best friend resurfaces. Could there be any hope of Ryland and Tessa together with Joey Taylor now in the equation? C.E. Hilbert’s novel is a wonderful read, a story with a great plot and solid characters. I enjoyed the way the characters are explored and, instead of becoming a distraction, the backstory gives flesh to the plot and makes it more interesting. The writing is wonderful and readers will love the vivid descriptions and the charm in the plot. The story has great pacing, intense and emotionally charged moments, and surprises that readers won’t see coming. I found Life on the Porcelain Edge to be a great piece of entertainment.
Reviewed by Divine Zape for Readers' Favorite Tessa Tarrington is experiencing the worst time of her life. She’s just lost her well-paying job and residence. Now she is living in the bedroom she once used as a child. But things get even more complicated because her father has also suffered a heart attack. Determined to get a grip on her life and take control, she accepts an offer to teach at the high school where she studied. But here she meets the guy who once was her arch enemy, a bully in those days eight years ago; Ryland Jessup. Ryland has had his own share of pain, losing his wife and having to look after his daughter alone. He is back at the high school to coach the football team. Things get interesting when the two begin to feel a great connection. But then Joey Taylor, Ryland's attractive friend, comes back onto the scene. The rest of the story is what the reader has to discover for themselves. Life on the Porcelain Edge by C.E. Hilbert is a gripping romance with memorable characters. One of the things that had me fascinated is the conflict. We are introduced to the protagonist in a crisis moment of her life and the reader becomes very keen to discover how she’ll navigate the turbulence. The author allows the characters to evolve naturally throughout the story without slowing down the pace. The characters are real and readers can so easily connect with them. This isn’t a run-of-the-mill romance with a predictable plot, but a story that has originality, with powerful literary elements integrated into the plot — suspense, irony, and symbolism. Life on the Porcelain Edge features great prose, interesting characters, and strong plot elements, and C.E. Hilbert comes across as a master storyteller.
Reviewed by Anne-Marie Reynolds for Readers' Favorite Life on the Porcelain Edge by C.E. Hilbert tells the tale of Tessa Tarrington. She’s lost her job, through no real fault of her own, and that means no roof over her head. Her dad is ill, so she heads home to be near him, soon getting a job as a teacher at her old high school. It would be fun, but Ryland Jessup is there, and Ryland is not someone that Tessa wants to be anywhere near. But, the man that was once a high school bully has changed beyond all comprehension and it doesn’t take long for him to worm his way into her life and her heart. Following his wife’s death, Ryland is now coaching the football team at the school and bringing up his daughter. But, just when he thinks he is winning Tessa over, his best friend reappears, an irresistible man who has women falling at his feet. Will Ryland win this time, or will Joey take the prize once again? Life on the Porcelain Edge by C.E. Hilbert is a great story, an easy read that whiled away a few hours on a rainy day. The story was well written with lots of surprises along the way, some that you really couldn’t see coming. The characters are wonderful, developed really well, and written in a real-life way that lets a reader identify with them – and I’m sure all of us can find at least one character we identify with in this story. Ms. Hilbert has a wonderful way with words, a way that draws a reader in and keeps them hooked to the end. I thoroughly enjoyed this story and look forward to reading more of her work.
Reviewed by Sefina Hawke for Readers' Favorite Life on the Porcelain Edge by C.E. Hilbert is a contemporary Christian romance novel that would appeal mostly to a primarily Christian audience made up of mature young adults and adults. Tessa Tarrington used to be a ghost writer until her anonymity is ripped away and her father’s declining health pulls her back to Gibson’s Run, Ohio where she finds herself becoming a substitute teacher at her old high school. Everything would be fine if it were not for the fact that she had sworn never to return to the high school due to the bullying and humiliation she had endured there. Her first day on the job finds her confronted by the boy, now man, that bullied her during her childhood. As a child, Ryland Jessup decided he was going to marry Tessa Tarrington, but one misconstrued warning and some bad jokes landed him with the title of bully. Now that Tessa is back, he is determined to make it up to her. Will Tessa and Ryland make peace and find love, or will Tessa find herself falling for her old crush? Life on the Porcelain Edge by C.E. Hilbert is a well written book that did a wonderful job of linking the past and present together through a series of flashback memories. I loved the way the author worked Tessa's and Ryland’s childhoods into the book as I found it interesting that they both saw the same events so differently. From the beginning, I was all set to hate Ryland, right along with Tessa, but as I read on I began to see things from his side as well as Tessa's, and I was just sad at the number of misunderstandings that happened between them during their childhood. Overall, I really enjoyed reading this book and I would love to read more by C.E. Hilbert!