River's Song

River's Song

by Melody Carlson


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ISBN-13: 9781426712661
Publisher: Abingdon Press
Publication date: 07/11/2011
Series: Inn at Shining Waters Series , #1
Pages: 290
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Melody Carlson is the award-winning author of more than 200 books, including Love Finds You in Sisters, Oregon, Limelight, the Diary of a Teenage Girl series, the TrueColors series, and the Carter House Girls series. Nominated for a Romantic Times Career Achievement Award, Melody is also the author of Homeward, which won a Rita Award. Melody and her husband live in central Oregon.

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River's Song

The Inn at Shining Waters Series

By Melody Carlson

Abingdon Press

Copyright © 2011 Melody Carlson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4267-1266-1


Siuslaw River 1959

In twenty years' time, nothing had changed on the river. Or so it seemed. Although mid June, the sky was gloomy, the color of a weathered tin roof, and the river, a few shades darker, was tinged with mossy green. The surface of the water was serene, barely moving with the ebb tide, and the sounds of birds and a churning boat motor were muffled, hushed by the low-slung clouds. Not a scene that everyone could appreciate, but Anna wished to drink it in, absorb it into her being, and savor it for years to come when she was far from this beloved place.

"So what d'ya think, Anna?" Henry Ackerman shouted over the chugging sound of the diesel engine. "Everything still look all right to you?"

"Yes," Anna assured him. "It feels the same—not much has changed."

Henry nodded as he guided the old boat along, greasy felt hat pulled low over his shaggy brows, peering intently at the water, just as he'd done for decades. Henry, like the river, hadn't changed much. Older maybe, and a little more grizzled if that was possible, but the easy smile and friendly demeanor were just the same. She'd known Henry for so long, he seemed like family.

Something caught Anna's eye upstream. "What's that?" she called out, pointing to a dark smudge in the water.

"Just another one of them dad-burned rogue logs." He spat into the water as he steered the boat clear of it. "Always getting loose from the pilings. You gotta watch out real close when you run the river anymore." He pointed upriver. "I'm telling you, Anna, them logs are like gold nowadays. The lumber mills can't seem to get enough of 'em."

Anna stood in the boat, staring out at the enormous stretch of floating logs around the bend. Laid out like firewood side by side, they were cabled together in large groups, creating a wide, uneven border along the south side of the river—stretching for miles.

"Oh, my!" she gasped. "I've never seen so many logs in my entire life."

"Been like that for years now. Seems they can't get 'em outta the woods fast enough. Then they dump 'em here in the river and leave 'em." He cursed. "And them logs just float there till the mill's ready to cut 'em into lumber. That is, unless there's a storm or a cable busts and them logs break loose and head straight out for the ocean. You don't want to be on the water when that happens."

Anna stared in horror at the deformity on the river. The log barges resembled big ugly scabs cutting into the otherwise sleek surface of the water. Even creeping into the estuaries, like a growing cancer, barge after barge of floating logs seemed to fill up most of the surface of the Siuslaw. She could only imagine what the surrounding woods must look like. Glancing up at a hillside that had once been lush and green, she gasped to see the land scalped bare and brown ... the stubble trunks of trees the only reminder of what had been. Her dad used to call those men gippo loggers—the reckless kind who came in and clear-cut the trees, took their money, and ran. With no concern for the future, those thieving loggers ravaged the land, leaving it barren and useless ... dead. A lump of sadness filled her throat to think that while she was gone, the Siuslaw was being ruined.

"How long's it been since you were back here, Anna?"

"About eight years." She spoke loudly to be heard. "I came out for the funeral after Daddy died, back in '52." She wondered why she hadn't noticed this devastation back then. Perhaps she'd been too distracted by grief and guilt ... or perhaps the river hadn't looked this bad.

Henry slowly shook his head, tucked a pinch of snuff into his cheek, and huffed. "Can't understand you young'uns nowadays. Everybody ups and leaves. My boy James went off to war and never came back."

Anna was shocked—her mother had never written of this. But then Anna had her own problems to tend to back then, her own casualties of war to keep her busy. Perhaps this was just one more piece of sadness that had eluded her. "James was killed in the war?" she asked gently.

"Nah. James made it through the war. He got hisself a GI education grant then landed hisself a fancy job in the big city. James is an accountant." He pronounced the word as if it meant something distasteful. "Now he's gotta wear a suit and tie every day. He sits around in a stuffy office building and counts other people's money. Course, he thinks it's mighty important work. Better than running the river every day year in and year out." Henry shook his head again. "Can't understand how a body would choose to work indoors and give up all this." He waved his hand out over the river. Henry looked honestly dumbfounded, and a part of Anna understood his bewilderment. Why had she given up all this?

"Do you hear much from James?" she asked.

"Aw sure, he writes me once in a great long while. He and the wife got two girls that are pert' near growed up now. But they don't hardly come back down here no more. Too citified, I reckon."

"It's hard coming back ... after you've left ..." Anna said this quietly, not sure she wanted Henry to hear her words, probably because she was guilty of the same thing as James. To confess it out loud sounded like betrayal. Not that she wouldn't do it all differently now—if only she could. But her chances, like time and tide—and the forests and the river—had come and gone. She would turn forty next year, and she was worn out and weary. It was too late to start over now.

Henry looked out over the water as he guided his boat. "You couldn't pay me to leave this river. When I die, I want them to tie this here anchor 'round my neck and just toss me overboard." He spewed a long brown stream of tobacco into the water, then continued without missing a beat, "right up there at the mouth of the Siuslaw. At high tide, hopefully around sunset."

Anna almost smiled. "My mother loved the river too." She wondered if her mother had felt the same sense of loss that Anna did right now seeing the log barges eating into the water like they planned to swallow the river whole.

"Say, how was the funeral anyway? I'd truly meant to come and show my final respects. You know I thought real highly of your ma. But then Jim Flanders calls me up just as I was heading out and says he needs me to deliver a barrel of heating oil up to their place. They'd run plumb dry and it's been cold this past week. And well, what with their new baby and all—"

"That's all right, Henry. Mother would appreciate you thinking of the little Flanders baby like that. And the funeral was just fine. There was a nice reception at her church afterwards." Anna felt tears gathering again. "I was surprised at how many people attended. I didn't realize how many friends my mother had."

Henry pressed his lips together and nodded sagely. "Your folks were good people, Anna. And don't you never think otherwise. Most everybody on the river's been helped out at least once or twice by Oscar and Marion Larson; some were helped many a time over. We were all real sorry when Marion had to finally close up the store. A real loss for all of us. Not just for getting milk and eggs either—your mother was a right good woman."

"Thank you." Anna knew Henry spoke from the heart. And the funeral had been a touching reminder to her that most folks in these parts never concerned themselves with the fact that her mother was one of the few Indians remaining from the Siuslaw Tribe. Even now it irritated Anna that she was still overly conscious, perhaps even ashamed, of her Indian blood. And even though Anna's mother had tried to distance herself from her heritage, it seemed disrespectful for Anna to feel like this. But truth be told, Marion Larson, married to a Swede, had lived and worked in the white man's world. She dressed, acted, and spoke like a white woman. And for the most part, she'd been accepted as such. Folks on the river were like that.

Henry guided his boat past another barge of logs, then turned into the inlet that ran in front of Anna's parents' riverfront land. She had expected to see this section, like so much of the rest of the river, clogged with log barges, but to her relief, it was not. When she asked Henry how that was so, he explained that because of the store, back when it was opened and the dock was used frequently, no log barges were allowed.

"Your mama fought to keep this part of the river clear, Anna. And she won." He slowed his engine and another surge of relief rushed through Anna as she spied the familiar stand of Douglas firs ahead. Lined along the muddy riverbanks, about a dozen majestic sentries stood tall and noble, some with trunks nearly four feet wide. She knew from her grandmother's stories that these evergreens were not like those of the ancient forests, but substantial just the same. She also knew the only thing that had saved those trees from doom was the property line.

Like it was yesterday, Anna remembered her father's outrage when loggers, clear-cutting on the adjacent land, dared to raise a saw to one of those trees. Daddy had marched down there and told them in no uncertain terms to keep their hands off of his trees. And since Daddy used to be a logger, he knew how to talk to men like that. It wasn't that he had anything against cutting down trees in general, as long as it was done right, but he just didn't want anybody cutting down his trees without his consent. After the loggers saw that he meant business, they all stood around and shot the breeze for the better part of an hour.

Anna had recently read the term "second-growth trees" in a newspaper column, but she knew better. These tall firs were simply the descendants of generations and generations of evergreen trees that had lived and died before them. Second-growth trees, like so many other explanations about nature, were man-made myths.

The trees were so many you could walk for days and not reach the end. So big they blocked the sun, making the great forest dark like night, and the plants grew so thick beneath the trees that your foot never touched the forest floor. But that was before the great fire. Her grandmother's words echoed in her mind with such clarity that she looked over her shoulder—almost as if the old sweetfaced woman were sitting right next to Anna in the riverboat.

"Say, how come you didn't bring that little girlie of yours along?" Henry asked suddenly, as if he had just remembered that Anna had a child.

Anna forced a laugh. "That 'little girlie' is a young woman now. Lauren will be nineteen this fall."

"You're pulling my leg!" Henry slapped his hand across his knee. "It cannot be! You're not old enough to have a child that big. Just yesterday you were a girl, Anna."

Anna sighed. "Children grow up fast." Too fast as far as she was concerned. Her daughter had only graduated from high school a week ago, and yet Lauren already knew everything there was to know about everything, and she was quick to point out how much her mother didn't know. Anna had begged Lauren to join her on this trip. She thought it might improve their strained-to-breaking relationship. But finally she realized it was useless to force her headstrong daughter to do anything against her will.

At first Anna had felt guilty about leaving Lauren behind. But then she wondered why, since her mother-in-law had made it perfectly clear that she had everything under control— including Lauren—or so she claimed. Perhaps Anna was no longer needed there. And now that she was free to come home, her mother was gone. Blinking back tears, she stared at the shore of her childhood home.

Henry cut back the engine and slipped it into reverse, easing that old boat to the dock as gracefully as a young swan. Anna looked up at the square-shaped, two-story cedar building. It looked like a tall, gray wooden crate that someone had set down next to the river and then simply walked off and forgotten. The windows were blank, with shades drawn; and the big front door to the store, which had almost always been open, was now closed, and a faded sign, painted in white block letters, probably by her mother's hand, was nailed to the door." Sorry, store closed" it declared with abrupt finality.

Henry tied up to the dock and unloaded Anna's bags, then reached for her hand to help her from the boat. "You have everything you need here at the house, Anna? I can bring you supplies from town, you know."

Still wearing her good suit and shoes, Anna stepped carefully from the boat. "I picked up a few things in town," she assured him. "That should tide me over for a day or two."

"Can I carry your bags up for you?" Henry stood and slowly rubbed his whiskered chin as if he had all the time in the world. And maybe he did. He had to be pushing seventy, but he still ran his boat daily, servicing the river folks as faithfully as ever.

"Thanks anyway, Henry, but I can get these." Anna looked up at the darkening sky. "It looks like it's going to rain again. You'd better head on home before it lets loose."

Henry laughed. "Ain't never been worried about the rain a'fore. Can't live on the river if you don't like rain, Anna."

"I guess not." She forced a smile and picked up her suitcase." Thanks again for everything, Henry."

"You betcha. Now you take care, ya hear?"

She waited for Henry to untie the rope, waving as his boat began to chug back down the river. She watched the rustcolored craft, followed by a wispy blue cloud of exhaust, growing smaller as it sliced its V-shaped trail through the river. Satisfied that Henry would be home before long, Anna hurried to transport her bags and things from the dock and up the exterior stairs that led to the house, which was situated above the old store.

On her second trip from the dock, she paused beneath the covered porch, where customers used to linger and catch up on the local gossip, and for a moment she could almost hear someone talking about how Tina Flanders gave birth to a baby three weeks early and how her husband, Jim, the same one who'd run out of oil that morning, had been stuck in the woods during the birth and couldn't make it home until the baby was two days old. But then Anna realized she was simply remembering her mother's most recent six-page letter. Marion Larson didn't write short letters. She wrote regular epistles. Anna had always thought that if the river had started up a newspaper, her mother would've made a great society columnist. But thanks to those letters, Anna had stayed fairly well informed on all the local comings and goings of the river folk these past twenty years.

Anna could smell rain in the air now. She hurried back to the dock for the box of food she'd picked up at the grocery store, carried it up the stairs, and set it next to her other bags. Despite his rainy day bravado, Anna knew that Henry had probably cranked up his engine by now. She hoped he'd make it back to his river house before the clouds broke. As she dug in her handbag, trying to find the house key, she wondered how many times she'd sat in Henry's little two-room shanty while he and her father loaded store supplies to take back up river. She still remembered the smell of that river shanty— old canvas, damp wood, stale coffee, gasoline, and smoke. She imagined how old Henry would soon be stoking up his little potbellied stove and warming a can of pork and beans—or if fishing had been good he might fry up the catch of the day. Not a bad way to live really.


The first raindrops began to fall, plunking noisily on the metal roof, as Anna searched in her handbag for the keys that the lawyer had given her that morning. He said the brass key was for the upstairs entrance and the stainless steel one was for the store below, but the brass key looked foreign to her. She couldn't remember anyone locking the door to their house while she was growing up. Sometimes Daddy didn't even bother to lock up the store. Despite a fairly steady cash flow in the store, except during the Great Depression, her parents had never seemed overly concerned about thieves or breakins. Each night, her dad would stash the day's earnings in an old tin box that he kept tucked beneath his bed. But he had always been more careful when they made their weekly trip into town. Then he would place the cash in a money belt "in case the boat sinks," he'd explain with a broad grin as he patted the slight bulge under his shirt. Of course, the boat never did sink. And the store never made their family wealthy either.


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River's Song (Inn at Shining Waters Series #1) 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 66 reviews.
amomwithablog More than 1 year ago
Love, love, love this book! One of my favorites... ?River's Song by Melody Carlson is the story of Anna Larson, a woman who finds peace and renewed strength after years of living under the harsh disapproval of her mother-in-law. Left alone with a child after the injury and then death of her husband, she has no other choice but to live with this woman who's obvious disdain for her, makes her life miserable. The death of her own mother brings Anna back to the childhood home she remembers along the Siuslaw River where she finds healing for her broken life. I didn't get 'hooked' until about the third chapter and then the story just caught me... I couldn't put it down. The scenery was vivid and peaceful... I could feel the calm of the river as if I were there. The characters were down-to-earth and friendly. I felt as if I knew them. I found myself encouraged by Anna's story of healing and restoration after being beaten down by her circumstances (and her mother-in-law) for so long. She regained her strength and refused to remain under the control of others who would think she wasn't 'good enough' because of her heritage. I think you'll enjoy this book. It's rich with Native American history and the stories told within it are great. I'm about ready to be a guest at The Inn at Shining Waters! I was actually sad to be finished and I can't wait for the next book in the series... I know it's gonna be great! *Thank you, Glass Road Productions, for providing me with a copy of this book and allowing me to be a part of your review program! :)
Heart2Heart More than 1 year ago
Anna Larson feels the pull of returning home. Back to the home she shared with her parents and her grandmother, back to the love of the land beside the still river. Returning home following her mother's funeral, Anna returns back home to the river, where she is making final arrangements on her parents property that hugs 40 acres of river and forest land. Once a small market, the home is long overgrown with weeds and a closed sign still hangs in the cob-web filled window. She should have returned home sooner. Back to her childhood home, back to the love of her mother and back to her roots as a Native American. Spending her years carrying for her husband that came back from the war wounded more than just losing his arm, he also carried some deep emotional wounds as well. Never being good enough for more that just taking care of the house and cooking, Anna wasn't even good enough for her mother-in-law Eunice. Being classified as a less than human being because of her culture, Eunice kept Anna in her home after her son passed away from his war wounds and partly to care for her granddaughter, Lauren, who was becoming more like her rich, snobby grandmother every day. Now that Anna has come home, the land calls to her once more. Remembering all the "old ways" from her grandmother from basket making to collecting old stories has kept her heritage alive. Sharing the river with an old college student named Hazel whose working on her doctriate by studying old Indian tribes, she finds companionship and solace in sharing her background and life with Hazel. Hazel inspires her to transform her home into a Bed and Breakfast, since the house is so large and she has plenty of land to build on. Now she is pulled in two different directions, will she return home to take care of the house for Eunice and Lauren or will she use the land and river to heal the hearts that come to stay at the Inn by the Still Waters? I received the novel, River's Song by Melody Carlson, compliments of Glass Road Public Relations for my honest review and found my blood pressure at ease, my stress level lower than it has been in some time, as I found myself a silent character being cared for by Anna Larson. Just the words that Melody uses to describe the land and the way the water of the river sparkled like diamonds in the sun, paints such a vivid picture, you find yourself disappointed when you realize your not really there. I highly recommend this book and award it 5 out of 5 stars. For those seeking a place of tranquility and peace, you'll find it with Anna Larson beside the Siuslaw River in Oregon.
Melanie-Ski More than 1 year ago
20 years have passed since Anna has returned to her childhood home on the Siuslaw River in Oregon. Anna's mother was full Siuslaw Indian, her father from Sweden and they ran a store along the river. Anna's Grandmother Pearl embraced her heritage, while Anna's mother tried to move on to modern times, disregarding her Indian heritage. Anna always had an interest in the stories of her Grandma Pearl. Anna inherits the store and home of her parents. Hazel, a stranger to Anna but soon a trusted friend is doing her doctorate on the Siuslaw tribe and is pleased to run into Anna and find her so willing to share her knowledge with memories with Hazel. Hazel's son Clark comes to help them bring electricity and phone service to the river home and encourages Anna to conform the store into a lodge along the river. With Hazel and Clark's help Anna is able to face her 'cave monsters', to become strong, and to start living a peaceful life. Relationships are a big theme in this novel, with the start of Anna's grandma Pearl and her heritage. The family dynamics are greatly emphasized with Anna and her parents, Anna and her daughter Lauren, Anna and her mother in law, and Anna and the new friends she is meeting on the river, Hazel and Clark. We are shown unhealthy relationships in the novel as well as those that are refreshing and renewing. Set on the river in peaceful Oregon, this book is layered in history and relationship. It was a fantastic read and I look forward to the second book in the series. I recieved a copy of this book from Glass Road in exchange for an honest review
rtwins More than 1 year ago
River's Song by Melody Carlson in the first book in her new series The Inn At Shining Waters. As with every Melody Carlson book I've read, this novel did not disappoint. Set along the banks of Oregon's Siuslaw River, widowed Anna Larson returns home to put her life back together after her mother 's funeral. As a Native American, her life has not been an easy one. The tension between her manipulative mother-in-law has strained Anna's relationship with her daughter. As Anna sorts through her mother's belongings, she begins to proudly embrace her heritage with the help of an older French lady named Babette. Babette shares stories about Anna's Grandma Pearl, and old family history Anna thought was lost forever. One day, while Anna was busy cleaning the cabin, a quirky older woman, Hazel Chenoweth, an anthropologist from the University of Oregon, rows up the Siuslaw River, in search of Native Americans. Once she explains to Anna that she is doing her doctoral thesis on coastal Indian tribes, Hazel soon become a mother figure in her life. Hazel, always full of enthusiasm, has a brilliant business idea for Anna that just might work! I loved this book and can't wait to read it's sequel, River's Call which continues where this novel ends. Melody Carlson paints word pictures which draw the reader in at the first page. As I read, I could picture the gentle lapping of the river water, the cool night air, and the endearing people along the water's edge who watch over Anna and love her as their child. If you have never read this author, you won't want to miss this book. Visit your favorite book dealer to purchase her novels for adults as well as teens. Thank you Melody for another treasure!
mrsred49 More than 1 year ago
As Anna Larson returns to her old home after her mother's death on Orgon's Siuslaw River she left behind her nineteen year old daughter and her mother-in-law whom thinks she is their slave. She had lost her husband and her mother-in-law is a very controling woman so she told Anna that the only choice she had was to move into her large house. So not knowing any better Anna moved herself and little daughter in with the woman and found that she was expected to be the cook, be the laundry lady and the house keeper as her mother-in-law taught her daughter that this was how Anna was to repaid for living in this house. But after Anna got back to the river and saw her Mother's home that she had grown up in she just decided to stay and try to make it on her own. She wanted her daughter to come live with her but she is not certain if she will. As she found her place on the river as she was half Indian and soon found out that her mother-in-law had been holding out on her as far as her money was concerned. Anna's husband had been in the service and died after coming home but something that happened while he was serving out country. He was also was running the mill that his father had started, but Anna was not supposed to know all of this. This was a very good book and showed how women can be used and denied things that are really hers. I read this in two settings I just didn't want to put it down. Thanks to Leann Hamby and Glass Roads for sending me this book to review and do the tour.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a good book for a quick read. There were some 'errors' that made it hard to read in parts. (needed some proof reading before release) It was a great book to pick up, and read at anytime for any length of time. A good start for an ongoing series.
vincagf More than 1 year ago
The story was agood one, but the nook was poorly done. Many, many times the quotes from various charachters were in the wrong order.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
really liked the story but the nook edition was very poorly edited. It really needs some work and if I were the author would pull it until it was corrected.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I would probably give this 3.5 stars if I could but decided to bump it up rather than down because there are so many great messages and life lessons in it. It's a great illustration of what certain people and influences can do to one's self confidence and self esteem. It's also a great illustration of how healing and strength can come from adversity and forgiveness. The only reason it wasn't perfect for me was the poor editing and mixed up paragraphs in the Nook version I read. I also felt the dialog was a bit stilted and awkward at times. The message was right on though and I will definitely want to read the sequel!
ForstRose More than 1 year ago
I have yet to pick up a Melody Carlson novel I dislike and this is no exception. Though with this book her byline was not the only draw. It takes place in one of my favorite settings, Oregon. Though I've never actually set foot in the Siuslaw valley as an Oregonian that doesn't matter, the picturesque valleys of the state all have a unique draw I've yet to seen equaled elsewhere. Even Anna's character in the book is different as reflected in her childhood home of the river valley than the repressive home of her mother-in-law. The Anna seen by her friends and neighbors of the river community is a person the people of Pine Ridge could never envision inhabiting the "body" they call "Anna" who keeps house for Eunice. When Anna returns to clean out the store and home where she was raised she realizes the true meaning of home and freedom. Eunice's never fit either category and Anna can never feel comfortable going back to the way things were. Those unhealthy ties must be severed even if her daughter chooses not to come. As Anna begins to find her own heritage once again and realizes what it means to have a home of her own even one that requires catering to overnight guests she also discovers that nearly anything is better than the way things were with her mother-in-law ordering her around with demeaning slurs all day long. Thanks to Abingdon Press and Glass Road Public Relations for a review copy.
ChristysBookBlog More than 1 year ago
River's Song by Melody Carlson is the first book in the Inn at Shining Waters series. In 1959, Anna Gunderson has returned to her family home on Oregon's Siuslaw River. She's spent the last nineteen years under the thumb of her controlling mother-in-law who often belittles her for her Native American heritage and has stolen the affections of her daughter, Lauren, through expensive gifts. Anna has come home to deal with the estate of her mother who recently passed away, leaving the land to Anna. Once home, Anna quickly finds her soul healing after decades of pain and numbness, the rhythm of life on the river reminds her of all that she has lost and of whom she is, including a Siuslaw Indian. She quickly decides to stay on the river and turn the old family store into a bed and breakfast, the Inn of the Shining Waters, named after one of the legends her Grandma Pearl often told her. I'm more familiar with Carlson's young adult stories, and this was a pleasant surprise. Anna is such a gentle and beautiful soul, I found myself aching and furious for the abuse she faced at Eunice's hands. The story grows naturally, at a steady pace, as Anna finds herself and some joy in life again. Carlson parallels the story of Anna's great-grandmother, who was forced from her home on the river to a reservation where she couldn't show her true self and was mocked and belittled before finding her way back home and making a good life. Anna's story follows this path, and Carlson's storytelling is elegant and restrained. This is not a loud or thrilling story full of explosions and blood; it's a quiet, yet beautiful story of a woman finding her way home and wanting to share that joy with others. I can't wait to read the next in the series.
VicG More than 1 year ago
Melody Carlson in her new book, "River's Song" Book One in The Inn at Shining Waters series published by Abingdon Press takes us to Oregon in 1959. After her mother's funeral Anna Larson is returning to the home where she grew up to close it up and go and live with her mother-in-law. Once Anna is home in Oregon by the banks of the Siuslaw River she begins to uncoil all her wound up emotions and let the stress flow away from her on the river. Anna meets new friends: Hazel, an anthropologist studying the local Indian populations for her upcoming doctoral thesis, who encourages Anna to open an inn and her son, Clark. Now Anna explores her Indian heritage and feels that the inn could be used for others to heal as well. Melody Carlson knows how to tell a story and in "River's Song" she has given us a book where we can explore how to deal with our own pain while watching how Anna deals with hers. "River's Song" is an amazingly beautiful story of how God can take our hurts and turn the bad into things that are good. I liked this book and am looking forward to return to The Inn at Shining Waters. If you would like to listen to interviews with other authors and business professionals please go to Kingdom Highlights where it is available On Demand. To listen to 24 hours non-stop Christian music please visit our internet radio station Kingdom Airwaves Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Glass Road Public Relations. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have 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."
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was very disappointed in the nook edition. Many quotes were out of order and I had to figure out where they belonged. This is the first time I have encountered this many mistakes in an e book. The story was a very good read and the characters were great. If u dont mind bad editing it is worth reading.
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The author brought to life all the characters in this book. You can just picture them and what they are like. As well as the river and life on it.
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This was light reading, and enjoyable. Was a quick read.
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A heartwarming relationship between book's characters that provides a very satisfying read. Excellent book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Liked the story but was distracted by multiple paragraphs in wrong order.
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This was a good story, but the editing was horrible. There were instances in which whole paragraphs were out of order. Also there was part of a paragraph (a couple lines) repeatedly inserted where it didn't belong.