When it comes to matchmaking, Huckleberry Hill, Wisconsin’s unstoppable octogenarians Anna and Felty Helmuth never seem to run out of opportunities—or grandchildren...
Reuben Helmuth is plenty bitter. John King, his best friend—or so he thought—is engaged to the girl Reuben loved. Humiliated, Reuben flees from Ohio to his grandparents’ home on Huckleberry Hill, where he knows he’ll find comfort. He’s enjoying wallowing in his misery—until John’s sister, Fern, shows up. She won’t stop pestering Reuben about forgiveness—or trying to help him find love again. Yet Fern's efforts only reawaken Reuben’s long-buried feelings—for her…
With her brother too ashamed to face Reuben, it’s fallen to Fern to help mend fences. But as she and the Helmuths do all they can—even organizing a knitting club event filled with eligible girls—it may take one more challenge to inspire Reuben to forget his heartache, recognize his own blunders, and embrace the true love that’s right in front of him…
Praise for Jennifer Beckstrand and her Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill series
“Beckstrand continues to bring unexpected and heart-melting plotlines to this outstanding series.” –RT Book Reviews
“Full of kind, sincere characters struggling with the best ways to stay true to themselves and their beliefs.” Publishers Weekly
“A delightful voice in Amish romance. Sweet and funny.” Emma Miller
About the Author
Jennifer Beckstrand is the RITA nominated and award-winning author of the Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill and The Honeybee Sisters series, as well as a number of novellas. Novels in her Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill series have been RITA® Award and RT Book Reviews Reviewer’s Choice Award finalists. Huckleberry Hill won the 2014 LIME Award for inspirational fiction and Huckleberry Hearts was named a Booklist Top 10 Inspirational Fiction Book of the Year. Jennifer has always been drawn to the strong faith and the enduring family ties of the Plain people. She and her husband have been married for thirty-four years, and she has four daughters, two sons, and seven adorable grandchildren, whom she spoils rotten. Please visit her online at www.JenniferBeckstrand.com
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Return To Huckleberry Hill
By JENNIFER BECKSTRAND
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2017 Jennifer Beckstrand
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Reuben Helmuth had a sinking feeling in his gut the minute Delores Johnson answered her door, and it wasn't because Delores was glaring at him from behind her screen.
The Christmas Eve night was bitter cold, and Reuben's breath hung in the air as he tried to keep the tune while Benji Troyer sang loudly off key right next to Reuben's ear. Poor Benji couldn't have carried a tune if it had a handle.
Delores Johnson, one of the Englischers who lived in their mostly Amish community, had never possessed a pleasant disposition, but tonight she looked downright hostile. She narrowed her eyes and scowled directly at Reuben as if she blamed him for her being alone on Christmas Eve. Or maybe she didn't like the way he sang or the fact that she had to strain her neck to look up at him. Maybe she was annoyed that she had to stand there and listen while the warm air seeped through the screen door and out of her house. Reuben never could tell with Delores.
Delores's bad mood wasn't the reason Reuben felt unsettled all of a sudden. His throat tightened and "O Come All Ye Faithful" died on his lips. Irrational as it was, he felt vulnerable and exposed, as if everyone behind him was laughing at a joke he wasn't in on. He casually turned around and glanced at die youngie behind him. Most of them were bundled up like snowmen with coats and scarves and winter hats, but they were smiling and singing as if they weren't paying Reuben much attention at all.
But where was Linda Sue? He could have sworn she had been right beside him not five minutes ago.
He scanned the group of young people, looking for Linda Sue's lavender scarf among the sea of black coats. She wasn't there, and yet right before they'd made the trek up Mrs. Johnson's driveway, Linda Sue had been by his side. Hadn't she? Their youth group was traveling door to door on foot, singing carols and delivering goodies to the shut-ins. It would have been impossible for Linda Sue to get lost.
He smiled, even though Mrs. Johnson's frown could have given him a rash or something equally as itchy. Tomorrow was Christmas, and he was going to propose to Linda Sue. His heart skipped about in his chest like a moth around a flame. They'd be married in September, and he couldn't be happier. He and Linda Sue were perfect for each other. She was the bishop's daughter. His dat was a minister. Both of their families were respected and loved in the community. Linda Sue was the prettiest girl in Sugarcreek, and Reuben's mamm had always said he wasn't too bad to look at.
It was a match made in heaven with Gotte's approval, for sure and certain.
They finished the song, and Mrs. Johnson opened her screen door just wide enough for one of the girls to hand her a basket of Christmas goodies. "Thank you for stopping by," Delores said. "I love having you Amish folks come see me. Come anytime."
After seeing her lemon-sour expression, Reuben wasn't entirely convinced of her affection. Maybe she was offended by Reuben in particular.
Reuben took another look around as the group started moving down Mrs. Johnson's driveway and on to their next destination. No Linda Sue. His best friend, John King, was nowhere to be seen either.
"Ruth," he said, tapping the girl next to him. "Have you seen Linda Sue yet? I've lost her all of a sudden."
Ruth, a mousy girl of barely sixteen, turned bright red. She looked almost guilty, which made no sense. She was probably flustered at having an older boy like Reuben Helmuth talk to her. He had that effect on girls. John teased him about it all the time, but he couldn't help that girls found him good-looking.
Ruth shuffled her feet and clasped her gloved hands together. "I ... well ... I ..."
Ruth's sister, Jolene, hooked her elbow around Ruth's arm, and the two of them simultaneously burst into a fit of the giggles. "She and John fell behind," Jolene said. "At the bridge that crosses the creek."
Benji Troyer, with his brother Andy and cousin Enos, ambled past Reuben. Benji's lips twitched in amusement. "They've been falling behind a lot lately."
Andy and Enos glanced at Reuben and down at their feet and snickered softly while Reuben stared at them and tried to figure out why they were acting as if their suspenders were cinched too tight.
Reuben didn't especially like how Benji was smirking. He planted his feet and folded his arms across his chest. "What do you mean?" "John and Linda Sue," Benji said, not even trying to hide a self-satisfied grin. "If they're not with you, they're with each other."
Reuben casually shrugged his shoulders and pretended that he already knew it and couldn't care less what Benji and everyone else thought. He wouldn't give Benji the satisfaction of knowing something Reuben didn't know, even though it felt as if someone had just thrown a snowball at his head.
A hard, cold snowball. With a rock in the middle.
That was what had been nagging at his gut all afternoon. Something had been different between Linda Sue and John for weeks. Whenever the three of them were together, it was as if Linda Sue tried to pretend John didn't exist and John would turn so painfully cheerful as to be annoying — as if he was trying too hard to be someone he wasn't.
What did Benji know that Reuben didn't?
He refused to lower himself to ask.
Clenching his teeth, he glanced in the direction of the bridge. "You go on to the next house. I'll find Linda Sue and catch up."
"Maybe she doesn't want to be found," Benji said. "Girls are like that, you know."
Reuben turned and strolled away as if he hadn't a care in the world, even though his neck and shoulders were so tight he thought they might snap.
Jolene and Ruth were still giggling, and he heard two or three other girls join in. Then Benji murmured something under his breath, and Andy and Enos laughed softly.
Reuben's face flamed with embarrassment and anger, and he felt the heat all the way to his ears. They were laughing at him! Him. Reuben Helmuth, the boy no one laughed at. The boy everyone loved and would never dream of making fun of. The boy with his own hefty bank account and too many friends to number. He was practically engaged to the bishop's daughter. Everybody respected him. And nobody would ever dream of laughing.
What had Linda Sue done?
The narrow bridge across the creek was only a few hundred yards through the trees. John and Linda Sue stood on the bridge with their heads together, whispering as if they were engaged in some secret and intimate conversation.
Reuben furrowed his brow and cleared his throat, even though he wasn't the one doing something inappropriate. His frown deepened when Linda Sue and John flinched and practically jumped away from each other as if they'd been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
"Is everything okay?" Reuben said, trying to keep his voice light and carefree. After all, John might have been helping Linda Sue get something out of her eye. John was Reuben's best friend. He would never do anything to jeopardize that friendship. Linda Sue was the bishop's daughter, and she had been in love with Reuben for years. Reuben had finally taken notice of her, and she had felt herself doubly blessed. She'd never trade her prosperous and happy future for a pig farmer.
John looked as if there'd been a death in his family. He gazed at Reuben, every line of his face etched with pain as his eyes flashed with pity.
Pity? Surely he didn't feel sorry for Reuben. Reuben was everything that John wanted to be. John was the one Reuben and his other friends had pitied. Nobody pitied Reuben Helmuth. He wouldn't allow it.
Reuben's lungs seized up when John grabbed hold of Linda Sue's hand. Linda Sue didn't even try to pull away. "We've got to tell him, Linda Sue."
Linda Sue finally turned her eyes to Reuben. They were moist and pleading. "I didn't want to do this at Christmastime," she said. With her hand still in John's, she took a step toward Reuben and reached out her free hand. He stepped back, quite sure he didn't want whatever she was trying to give him. "I'm sorry, Reuben. We didn't mean for this to go on so long without telling you. It just ... it just happened, and I haven't been able to confide in you for a long time."
Reuben couldn't believe, wouldn't believe what he was hearing. "What do you mean?"
"You won't listen."
"I sit at your kitchen table every week late into the night. We talk about everything. What do you mean I won't listen?"
A tear meandered down Linda Sue's cheek, as if she cared. As if she felt real and sincere remorse. "You don't know how many times I tried to tell you about my growing feelings for John."
"Tried to tell me?" Reuben said, unable to keep the bitterness off the tip of his tongue.
John pulled Linda Sue to him. How could she let him when John smelled like the pigs, and he wasn't near good enough for the bishop's daughter? "She tried to tell you, Reuben, but you're too wrapped up in yourself."
Every word that came out of John's mouth pulled Reuben's nerves a little tighter. "So whatever is going on here is my fault?"
"Of course it's not your fault," Linda Sue said, her eyes glowing with compassion.
She must have been trying to win an award for being sensitive. He found it offensive. Reuben Helmuth didn't need anyone's compassion or pity or sympathy. It was humiliating that she thought he did.
"No one is to blame. These things just happen," she said, as if that would make everything all better.
"What things?" Reuben said, knowing he didn't want the answer. He was shaking with rage and cold and pure and utter shock. What would people say?
John dropped all pretense and put both arms around Linda Sue. "We love each other, Reuben, and we have for several weeks. We're going to be married, Lord willing."
Linda Sue had the gall to give him that kindly smile she saved for old ladies and small children. He thought he might be sick. "We would be so happy if you would come to the wedding."
Come to a wedding that was supposed to be his? His humiliation was complete.
Die youngie would never stop laughing at him.CHAPTER 2
Three days after Christmas, and the snow kept falling. The drifts were already piled up past the porch, and Huckleberry Hill looked like a marshmallow-and-mashed-potato wonderland — which also sounded like a brilliant idea for a new recipe. Maybe Anna could try it out for New Year's Eve. On a night like this, it felt wonderful gute to hibernate in a cozy house and let the bears and the bunny rabbits enjoy the weather outside.
Anna Helmuth adjusted her glasses to get a better look at her letter, and her shoulder creaked like a rusty hinge. It seemed that her body made a new groan or whimper every time she got up in the morning. Walking around the house was getting to be noisier than a buggy rolling over cobblestones. Anna supposed it was only to be expected that an eighty-four-year-old should have a few squeaky joints. She didn't consider herself aged by any means, but the body the gute Lord had given her had seen quite a bit of use. She had given birth to thirteen children, after all.
But it wasn't her own children who occupied Anna's thoughts these days — she'd done all she could to rear them, and if they had turned out poorly, she didn't have time to feel guilty about it.
Nae. Anna fretted over her poor, unmarried grandchildren. Too many of them were hopelessly in need of spouses, and if Anna and her husband Felty didn't help them, their posterity would very likely wither and die on the vine.
The thought of unwed grandchildren put Anna in quite a dither. Something had to be done.
"Felty dear, how do you spell 'parsimonious'?" she said, holding her pen at the ready.
Felty, Anna's husband of sixty-five years, sat in his recliner reading The Budget as he did every Wednesday evening. He lowered his paper and squinted at the ceiling as if the answer were written in the bumpy plaster above. "Annie-banannie, I don't even know what 'pars-pneumonia' means. You're so much smarter than me. In school, I was always the first one to sit down during a spelling bee."
"Now, Felty. I'm not that smart, but I know what 'parsimonious' means because it sounds like 'persimmon,' and I just remember that persimmons are cheap at the store, and 'parsimonious' means cheap or miserly."
"Very clever, Banannie, but who are you writing a letter to, and will they know what 'parsimonious' means even if you spell it right?"
Anna raised her eyebrows and peered over her glasses. "Elsie will know. She's smart as a tack and very avuncular."
"For sure and certain our granddaughter is smart, but why are you writing her a letter with big words like 'parsimonious' and 'have-an-uncle-yooler'?"
Anna leaned closer to Felty and took him into her confidence. "I'm hoping my big vocabulary will convince her to come to Huckleberry Hill yet. The school will be needing a new teacher in August, and Elsie needs a husband. We can kill two birds with one stone."
"That is a very gute plan, Annie."
Anna crossed out an entire sentence, dotted her last i with a heart, and picked up her letter. "How does this sound? Dear Elsie, I hope this correspondence finds you in good health and very comfortable at home. Your dawdi and I have very avuncular feelings toward you and want you to abide with us and teach the scholars at the school next year. The school board is not parsimonious. You will be compensated well. What do you say? Would you like to come to Huckleberry Hill?" Anna eyed Felty expectantly. "What do you think of that?"
"There are so many big words in that letter, she's sure to say yes."
"I hope so. I got a headache just trying to spell everything correctly."
Three loud taps at the door nearly peeled Anna out of her skin. "Do you think that's Elsie already?"
"She's smart, Banannie, but I don't think there's any possibility she got your letter before you sent it."
Anna folded her letter carefully, slipped it into her apron pocket, and ambled to the door, trying to ignore all the creaking her knees did. Her shoulders were doing quite enough creaking for everybody.
She opened the door and peered into the darkness. A snowman stood on the porch with his hat pulled low over his eyes. Well, it wasn't truly a snowman, but his trousers and coat were covered with snow, his hat caked with ice, and the small duffel bag he carried in one hand could have been a giant snowball. Anna drew her brows together. It most surely wasn't Elsie. She was too smart to be out on such a bitter night. "Can I help you?" Anna said, hoping that whoever was standing on her porch would feel welcome in her home, even if he wasn't very bright.
He took off his hat and lifted his head. The dull-witted boy turned out to be Anna's very icy grandson Reuben, who Anna knew wasn't dull-witted at all. His eyes caught the light from inside the house, and Anna caught her breath. No wonder she hadn't recognized him. She'd never seen Reuben slouch his shoulders so low or have such a gloomy cast to his expression. "Hello, Mammi," he mumbled. Something was very wrong. Reuben never mumbled.
Anna threw open her arms. "Ach, du lieva, Reuben. Cum reu, cum reu. You look as if you've just come from Alaska." When Reuben didn't seem inclined to move, she grabbed the front of his coat, pulled him into the house, and wrapped her arms tightly around him, being careful not to crush the precious letter in her pocket. It had taken far too long to write to have to compose another one.
Reuben tried to pull away. "Mammi, I'll get you wet."
Anna refused to let him go. "Ach, I'd rather have my hug."
Felty rocked his recliner back and forth until he built enough momentum to toss himself out of the chair and onto his feet. He joined Anna and Reuben in a three-way hug.
Reuben grimaced. "Now everybody is wet."
"My dear boy," Anna said, hurrying to the drawer for a dish towel, "why in the world are you out on a night like this? You could have been swept away by a blizzard or frozen solid to a light pole. What will your mamm say?"
Felty took Reuben's bag. "Did you ski all the way from Sugarcreek?"
Reuben drooped even lower. "I'm sorry I didn't write. I got on the bus in Ohio yesterday, arrived in Shawano station this morning, and walked from there."
"You walked from Shawano? That's ten miles!" It was fortunate Reuben didn't have creaky knees.
"I needed the time to think," Reuben said. From the look on his face, he'd been thinking about very serious things. Too serious for a young man who was usually so perky.
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I can't stop reading this series!!! LOVE IT WOW! I normally find a lot to chuckle about in this series, there were some 'slight' chuckles but Jennifer also made me a little weepy in spots with this one! Oh yeah, if this doesn't pull at your heartstrings, you have no heart. I just can not express how much I love this series and I highly recommend each book, the series, every time I write a review. You will LOVE it!!! Oh, and did I mention there is a new one, number eight in the series, coming out in December this year? Watch for "A Courtship on Huckleberry Hill" around December 26, 2017.
I Recommend This Book Strongly Review Last updated on 14 Jun 2017 I love Annie and Felty. Anne continues to play matchmaker for her grandchildren and others. She loves bringing love to her family members. Reuben is plenty angry at his best friend John. He feels John stole the girl he was to marry. With his pride hurting, Reuben flees to his grandparents house. Vowing to never love again, he settles into a routine of helping them. However his grandma and John's sister Fern have other ideas. I received a copy through Netgalley. The review and thoughts are my own.
Return to Huckleberry Hill by Jennifer Beckstrand is the seventh book in The Matchmaker of Huckleberry Hill. It is Christmas Eve in Sugarcreek, Ohio. Reuben Helmuth along with the youth group is providing some Christmas cheer to the elderly and shut-ins in the community. Reuben is happy to spend time with his girlfriend, Linda Sue (Bishop’s daughter). Reuben notices that Linda Sue is no longer with the group and starts searching for her. He finds her with his best friend, John King. It turns out that Linda Sue and John have been seeing each other (behind Reuben’s back) and have fallen in love. Reuben feels humiliated and his pride is wounded (other people knew about Linda Sue and John’s relationship). He cannot believe that Linda Sue would pick a pig farmer over him. Reuben departs Sugarcreek and heads for Bonduel to stay with his grandparents. Anna and Felty are surprised by Reuben’s appearance, but they are happy to see him (though it changes their current matchmaking plans). A couple of months go by and Reuben is still at Huckleberry Hill. One day Fern King, John’s sister arrives in town. She is there to get Reuben to return to Sugarcreek and forgive John. Anna and Fern devise a plan to find Reuben a new girlfriend and get him out of his funk. They set up a knitting group of eligible young women. When Reuben ends up insulting the ladies (foot-in-mouth disease), he enlists Fern’s help to make amends. But what happens when a couple of the girls get the wrong idea. Reuben is in for a challenging time, but it will not be boring with Fern along for company. Will Anna and Felty succeed in making another successful match for one of their grandchildren? Return to Huckleberry Hill is just delightful. Anna and Felty are amusing and heartwarming characters. Their hijinks are guaranteed to make you smile (and laugh). I could not believe that Reuben actually liked Anna’s cooking (there must be something wrong with his taste buds). Some of the food descriptions will put you off your next meal (Anna’s food combinations are certainly creative). Fern was a great addition. I appreciated her spunk and outlook on life. I give Return to Huckleberry Hill 5 out of 5 stars. Some of the messages or themes in Return to Huckleberry Hill are forgiveness, the downfall of pride, trusting in God and judging others based on occupation, appearance, or social standing. I thought Return to Huckleberry Hill was well-written and had a good pace. The author’s descriptive writing allowed me to picture the scenery and characters. This really brings the book to life for me and allows for a pleasurable reading experience. The ending left me giggling and a clue to Anna and Felty’s next victim. While Return to Huckleberry Hill is the seventh novel in the series, it can be read alone. I do, though, recommend reading this entire charming and romantic series of books. I will be on the lookout for the next enchanting book in The Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill series.
What can I SAY, Annie,and Felty never disapoint,I laughed,I cried,I felt like I was part of that wonderful story.
This was a fun book to read. The author pays close attention to detail and is precise in her word choice to bring the most meaning and humor to the scenes. The main and supporting characters are very well-drawn. This is physically a thick book, so if you want a great book, because you love to read, or you love Amish fiction, or you love to laugh, this is one you'll want to pick up. It is part of a series, but entirely stands on its own. I received an ARC of this book from the author/publisher through Celebrate Lit for review purposes. The thoughts expressed here are my own.
What a story! Grandparents are matchmaking. Broken hearts and a knitting club.. I love how this author tells a story. Another for my favorites list!
I really enjoy reading all types of Amish Fiction. I love how with this book the author was very detailed with her descriptions of everything. With all the attention to details I felt like I was in the middle of the story. I loved the characters. Reuben, oh how my heart broke for him when he found out the girl he was going to propose to was going to marry his best friend. His grandparents are such cute and likable characters. They are just the cutest older Amish Couple. Reading about all the cooking made me hungry :). This book is part of a series, but can also be read as a stand a lone. This book made me laugh, smile, and want to read so much more. I received a copy of this book through the Celebrate Lit blogging program for review purposes. All opinions expressed on this book are my own.
The romance is very sweet and a delight to read. This book is full of wonderful characters. Some of them are very peculiar and have some very unusual interests and tastes. Fern King is an absolute sweetheart and I fell in love with this character from the very beginning. She truly wants to get along with everyone and has a marvelous happy and optimistic disposition. I really like the open and frank lessons about snobbish behavior. A couple of other issues that are presented are pride and the need to forgive others. All of these are very important topics that we all deal with at some point. I think that the author did an incredible job of presenting and exploring them. I received a free eBook copy of this novel through Celebrate Lit. I have chosen to write this review to express my personal opinion. Disclaimer: *Disclosure of Material Connection: I received a copy of this book for free in the hope that I would mention/review it on my blog. I was not required to give a positive review, only my honest opinion - which I've done. All thoughts and opinions expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.*
Return to Huckleberry Hill is the first book I have read by Jennifer Beckstrand and in this series. This was a delightful read and had me giggling more often than not. The turn of phrases the author wove into this story of Reuben and Fern have made this such a memorable Amish read. Reuben is angry and letting bitterness grow deep down in regards to losing his girlfriend to his best friend. So he leaves and goes to stay with his grandparents. Reuben’s grandparents are a hoot. They are a much older couple with a lot of spry and life left in them. Reuben’s grandmother, Anna, is in the matchmaking business and hopes to find a nice girl for Reuben. Enter Fern, (the sister to Reuben’s best friend and who has followed him to bring him back home), a coconspirator with Anna to cheer up Reuben. They have concocted a plan to get the eligible young ladies of the town to form a knitting club. Two purposes in mind but the main one so that they could get to know Reuben and maybe one of them could be a match made in heaven for him. For the most part this was a lighthearted tale with very important lessons woven into it. Reuben is very prideful, selfish, and because he is blinded by himself he does not see the treasure in front of him. On the other hand Fern is a selfless character always thinking about others first and she really has some gumption about her. Fern’s problem was a bit of pride as well, especially when she will not ask for help and due to that finds her with scary and unhealthy ramifications. I enjoyed this story very much. I liked that Anna was not afraid to try out new experimental recipes; but like Fern I don’t think I would have tried them either. It is a good thing Reuben liked them. I received a copy of this book for free. I was not required to post a positive review and the views and opinions expressed are my own.
You know how sometimes an idea is good the first time or two you see it, but then it gets old after it is repeated over and over? Well . . . that is NOT what happens with Jennifer Beckstrand's Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill series. Return to Huckleberry Hill is (I think) the 7th book in this series, and the stories just keep on entertaining! Once again Anna Helmuth is concerned about doing some matchmaking for one of her grandchildren. Her original plans for a granddaughter get sidelined when grandson Reuben shows up from Ohio. But never fear, Anna shifts directions quickly and the fun begins! Anna's knitting and culinary skills are of course important parts of the story. And who would have thought that Felty's license plate game could helpful in affairs of the heart! Jennifer once again fills her story with a fun and quirky cast of characters. Her creativity leads to plenty of fun and thrilling adventures for everyone involved. I certainly hope that she continues to give us more opportunities to visit Anna and Felty on Huckleberry Hill. Fans of fun Amish fiction should enjoy this delightful read. Thanks to Celebrate Lit for providing a copy of this book. I was pleased to voluntarily share my own thoughts for this review.
This was fantastic. I love the continuing characters. This is book seven of The Matchmakers of Huckleberry Hill and I love Anna and Felty. They are great matchmakers. Reuben comes to stay with Anna and Felty when he believes that everyone in his hometown is laughing at him. Fern comes to Huckleberry Hill to try to cheer Reuben up and get him to come home. While at Huckleberry Hill Fern and Reuben learn many lessons. I did not want to put this book down. I received an ebook copy of this book from Celebratelit for a fair and honest opinion that I gave of my own free will.
Thank goodness for this author and her delightful series. I feel like I read one of her books just when I need it. They always have a message beyond romance and Amish faith. Anna is back at it, only this time with her grandson Reuben. Let’s just say Reuben is in this book to get a good serving of humble pie, and it won’t be sweet. Fern is the dearest character I have read in a long time for Amish fiction and she gave it the perfect fairy tale feeling.I felt the message of kindness and being humble spoke volumes in this book, and it was a part that I took away. Even though I adore Anna’s matchmaking skills, and her way just knowing who is right for who. It wasn’t the only aspect of this story. I loved the idea of a knitting group, and Anna can I join? I could use to meet the right guy. Knitting never sounded so good. Reuben has the ability to be very righteous and not in the way that is attractive, he was struggling as a one would that has never had to attempt they are human, but when love hits he is seeing life a bit differently. I really loved how Fern treated him, she would put him in his place, but she also had a way of building him. She had gave him kindness. The theme to me was kindness throughout this book. No matter the person, extend kindness and forgiveness. That is truth to today as well, we may not live simply like the Amish but we can be kind and forgive when needed. Anna saw that in Fern, she knew that Fern would bring this out of her grandson, and it did. I am excited to think of my next adventure with Anna.
We are back with two of my favorite people, Annie and Felty, the wonderful Amish grandparents, who feel that in their senior age need to find their grandchildren the right spouse. This time their grandson Reuben is in need, and worse of all he feels he has been betrayed by his fiancé and his best friend, and is now at his grandparents for recuperation. Feeling she needs to help with his healing, his friends sister Fern, has arrived in Huckleberry Hill to be there for Reuben, and help him learn to forgive. The theme of this story is about forgiveness, and some find it easy and others find it next to impossible. We are offered different scenarios and each individual is very different Parts of the story I found to be predictable, and others were taking a bit long to get to the acceptable conclusion. I did have a great deal of compassion for Fern, wow what a gutsy girl, and all heart. Will Reuben wake up and see what is in front of his eyes, and will our loveable grandparents be able to help him, answers are waiting. I received this book through Net Galley and the publisher Kensington, and was not required to give a positive review.
Jennifer Beckstrand generated another page turner with her latest release in her Huckleberry Hill series. Return to Huckleberry Hill is filled with characters that were charming and others that were disappointing in their behaviors that I wanted to shake them. The antics of Anna and Felty Helmuth, beloved grandparents, provided plenty of laughter and pondering what Anna’s recipes tasted like since she made them up. The Helmuth’s grandson, Rueben, escaped to Bonduel, WI from Sugarcreek, OH to escape his best friend stealing his intended girl from him right before Christmas. Fern King went to Bonduel to wake Rueben up, that he needed to forgive her brother and return to his family. Fern sacrificed so much during her stay in Bonduel along with being kindhearted in helping others, accepting her lot in life along with a desire that everyone had a love for God, family and friends. The unexpected plots, octogenarians’ grandparents, members of the community, and visitors from Sugarcreek brought moments of joy, sadness, laughter, and tears, with individuals finding themselves and discovering love. Which members of Bonduel will blossom and find their intended? Grab a copy of Return to Huckleberry Hill to read this page turner story. I received a complimentary e-book of Return to Huckleberry Hill from Netgalley. I was not required to write a positive report, but have expressed by honest thoughts.