After receiving a desperate and confusing call from her sister, Hannah Lapp reluctantly returns to the Old Order Amish community of her Pennsylvania childhood. Having fled in disgrace more than two years earlier, she finally has settled into a satisfying role in the Englischer world. She also has found love and a new family with the wealthy Martin Palmer and the children she is helping him raise. But almost immediately after her arrival in Owl’s Perch, the disapproval of those who ostracized her, including her headstrong father, reopens old wounds. As Hannah is thrown together with former fiancé Paul Waddell to work for her sister Sarah’s mental health, hidden truths surface about events during Hannah’s absence, and she faces an agonizing decision. Will she choose the Englischer world and the man who restored her hope, or will she heed the call to return to the Plain Life–and perhaps to her first love?
About the Author
Cindy Woodsmall and her husband make their home in Georgia and have raised and home schooled three sons. Her husband became her staunchest supporter while she took writing courses, attended seminars, and strove to write a story from seeds sown years ago when her best friend was a Beachy Amish Mennonite girl. When the Heart Cries is Cindy's first novel.
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When the Soul Mends A Novel
By Cindy Woodsmall
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Hannah’s car faded into the distance of the paved horizon. The cold concrete chilling Martin’s bare feet and the lukewarm cup of coffee in his hand confirmed that this was no way to begin a Saturday morning. Watching the place where Hannah’s vehicle had disappeared, Kevin and Lissa slowly stopped waving. For the first time since Hannah had landed in Ohio–two and a half years ago and not yet eighteen–she was on her way back to her Pennsylvania home and the Old Order Amish family she’d left behind. Maybe he should have insisted on going with her.
Lissa tugged at the hem of his T-shirt. “She packed a lot of stuff.” His niece’s big brown eyes reflected fears she didn’t know how to voice at five years old. Martin tried to catch Kevin’s eye to see how he was doing, but he stared at the ground. Hannah really hadn’t packed very much, but this had to feel like a replay of when their mother ran off months ago. When Faye had packed a lot of things into her car, she dropped Kevin and Lissa off with Hannah while Martin was at work, and never returned.
Martin suppressed a sigh, tossed the brown liquid from his cup onto the green grass, and held out his hand to Lissa. “She’ll be back, guys.”
Lissa slid her hand into his. “Promise?”
“Yes. Absolutely.” Martin gave her hand a gentlesqueeze. “Her sister called to say that a good friend of Hannah’s had an accident and is in the hospital. She’ll probably be back in time for her classes on Monday. Wednesday at the latest.”
Kevin shoved his hands deep into his pockets. “I didn’t know she had a sister.”
Martin shrugged, unwilling to say too much about Hannah’s past. “She hasn’t been to see her family or friends in Pennsylvania for years.” With the coffee cup dangling from his fingers, he put his hand on Kevin’s shoulder. “Now they need her for a bit.” He headed for the house, leading the children. Earlier this morning, while Hannah called possible hospitals her friend might have been taken to, Martin found an Ohio-Pennsylvania map. Once she knew the name and address of the hospital, they studied the map together while he highlighted the route she’d need to take.
He didn’t know which caused her the most nervousness: her injured friend, having to see her family again, or driving in unfamiliar territory, but right now he wished he’d pushed a little harder to go with her.
He thought about the gifts he and Hannah had exchanged last night. He’d given her an honorary mother’s ring and had slid it onto the ring finger of her left hand. She hadn’t agreed yet to marry him, saying his proposal a few weeks back had been brazen and romance-free, which it had. But when he took her to Hawaii over Christmas, he’d find the most romantic way possible to propose.
A smile he couldn’t stop seemed to spread across the morning. Martin opened the front door. “How about some Cracklin’ Pops cereal and cartoons?”
The muscles across Hannah’s shoulders ached. With the toll roads and service plazas of the Ohio and Pennsylvania Turnpikes behind her, she pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and found a space for her car. Her frazzled nerves complained, but she was here now–whatever here held in store. Trying desperately to remember who she’d become over the last couple of years, not who she’d once been, she stopped at the information desk and waited for the woman to end her phone conversation.
Her sister Sarah had managed to get hold of her phone number and had called last night to tell her about Matthew being hurt in a fire. Hannah promised to come–a pledge she now regretted. In some ways it’d been a lifetime since she’d last faced her Amish community, yet the quaking of her insides said it’d been only yesterday.
The gray-haired woman hung up the phone. “Can I help you?” “Yes, I need the room numbers for Matthew and David Esh.”
The woman typed on the keyboard and studied the screen. She frowned and typed in more info. “We have a Matthew Esh, but there’s not a David Esh listed.” She jotted down the room number on a small piece of paper. “It’s possible he’s already been released or perhaps was taken to a different hospital.”
“Maybe so. I’ll ask Matthew.” Hannah took the paper from her. “Thank you.”
She went to the elevator, trying to mentally prepare to face Matthew’s visitors–people she knew, people she was related to, those who’d accused her of wrongdoing before they washed their hands of her.
Nonetheless, she’d come home.
Here. Not home. She corrected herself and felt a morsel of comfort in the thought. These people didn’t own her and had no power to control her, not anymore. She stepped off the elevator and headed toward Matthew’s room. Odd, but the place appeared empty of any Amish. She gave a sideways glance into the waiting room as she passed it. There were no Plain folk in there either.
Stopping outside the room, Hannah said a silent prayer. Ready or not, she pressed the palms of her hands against the door and eased it open. A man lay in the bed, but she couldn’t see his face for the bandages across his eyes. He turned his head toward the door.
“Hello?” His voice echoed through the room.
His forehead wrinkled above the bandages, and he clenched his jaw. “Just go home…or wherever it is you’re livin’ these days. I got no more use for you.”
She froze. If this is what awaited her from Matthew, one of her few friends, what would the community be like? But maybe the man wasn’t Matthew. His body was larger, shoulders thicker and rounded with muscle. His voice was raspy and deeper than she remembered. And Matthew would have visitors, wouldn’t he?
He shifted in the bed, angling his head.
Only the soft buzzing sound of electronics could be heard as she waited for his response. Wondering a thousand things–whether the eye damage was permanent, why he didn’t have a marriage beard, and where everyone was–she moved closer to the bed.
Finally he reached his hand toward her. “Hannah Lapp, at last back from the unknown world.” Ignoring his unsettling tone, she put her fingers around his outstretched hand and squeezed. “How are you?”
The stiltedness of their words said that a lot more than two and a half years had passed between them. He shrugged and then winced, reminding her of the pain he must be in. “I’ve lost David…and every part of my business. How do ya expect me to be?”
David is dead?
The news twisted her insides, making her fight to respond. “I’m so sorry, Matthew.”
He eased his hand away from hers. “I’m grateful you came all this way, but I’m too tired to talk right now.”
“Sure. I understand. Where is everyone?”
The door swooshed open, and a nurse walked in. “I’m sorry, miss. He’s not to have visitors.” She held up a laminated, printed sign that said No Visitors Allowed. “It’d slipped off his door.”
That explained why he didn’t have friends or relatives here, but he didn’t appear to be in bad enough shape for a doctor to give that order.
Hannah studied the nurse, but she just shook her head without saying more. The only reason he wouldn’t be allowed to have visitors was because he’d requested that of the staff. And clearly he didn’t want to make an exception for her.
“Okay.” She slid her hand into his once more, wishing she could at least know more about the condition of his eyes. But he seemed in no mood for questions. “I’ll come back when you’re feeling better.”
“There’s no sense in that. I’m goin’ home tomorrow. But…David’s funeral is Monday.” His voice cracked, and he took a ragged breath. “If you’re still here, we could meet up afterward while Mamm and everyone is distracted with the gatherin’ at the house.”
The words Matthew didn’t say weighed heavily. He didn’t want her going into the community to see anyone. He wanted to meet her alone, in secret.
Unable to respond, she grappled with the space separating them. She’d expected distance from her Daed and Mamm, the church leaders, and even Gram, but she hadn’t for one second thought Matthew would sidestep her. He’d understood, even disobeyed the bishop to help her. Built the coffin for her baby, dug the grave, and said the prayer. Taken her to the train station, bought her a ticket, and stayed with her until time for the train to depart the next day. Did he now regret that he’d stuck by her?
Unwilling to push for a specific plan, Hannah gave his hand a final squeeze before pulling away. “Sure. I…I’ll catch up with you then.”
Desperate to clear her mind, Hannah hurried out of the hospital and into her car. She pulled out of the hospital parking lot and drove–to where, she didn’t know. Old feelings of loneliness washed over her, but she kept driving, as if she could outrun the sting. By the time her emotions began to settle, she had no idea where she was. Glancing in the rearview mirror, she pulled her car onto the shoulder of the road. Fields of yet-uncut hay seemed to go on forever as cars whizzed past.
Unsure of the county or town she was in, she grabbed the map off the seat beside her and searched for her location. Nothing looked familiar. Realizing the stupid thing was upside down, she flipped it around.
At this moment all she wanted was to be at home with Martin, but the next few days had to be walked through first. She’d given Sarah her word. Even as that thought crossed her mind, she wondered if there was more to it. If maybe some deeply hidden part of her wanted to be here.
Desperate to hear Martin’s voice, to feel like she did when with him, she took her cell phone out of her purse.
“Hey, sweetheart, where are you?”
A sense of belonging washed over her the moment she heard his voice. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
He laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, sort of.”
“Do you know the name of the road you’re on?”
“No. All I know is I want to be there, not here.” In spite her effort to sound upbeat, she came across as pathetic and didn’t want to imagine what Martin must be thinking about now.
“Look at the directions I printed out, and tell me what point you got to before you became lost.”
“I turned left out of your driveway.”
His low chuckle was reassuring. “Very cute.”
Determined to show Martin she could handle this, she studied the map. “Yeah, you’ve told me that before, only then you could see me.”
She angled the map sideways. “Wait. I got it. I know where I am.” She pressed her fingertip against the map and followed the line before realizing she was wrong. “Lost without you.”
“Metaphorically, I love the sound of that, but you should have let me take you there. You’ve never driven anywhere outside a twenty-five mile radius of Winding Creek.”
“You’re not helping.”
“It’s a little hard to help from here with no”–he mockingly cleared his throat–“POB to work from.”
She heard the familiar beeps of his laptop starting up. “POB…ah, engineering lingo.”
“Yep. Point of beginning. I’m logging onto Google maps right now and will try the satellite visual. Tell me about your surroundings.”
“Oh yeah, that’s a great plan. I’m surrounded by cow pastures and no houses. Found the right spot yet? There’s a Holstein watching me.”
“On Google maps, no. The right spot for you? Yes, it’s right here in Ohio with us.”
She heard the rustle of fabric. “Did you go back to bed after I left?”
“I ate breakfast and watched cartoons with Lissa and Kevin. But then Laura arrived, so I let the nanny do her job while I took a nice long nap, until you became a damsel in distress. The Mary Jane to my Peter Parker.”
“What? Damsel in distress,” she muttered. “So what does that make you when you don’t know the difference between a skillet and a pot?”
“A typical male who just happens to be…” He paused. “Come on, work with me here, phone girl. Who just happens to be…”
“Charming and intelligent.” She mimicked his clearing of the throat. “According to him.”
He laughed. A loud crash echoed through her cell. Lissa screamed, and Hannah’s breath caught.
A bang, as if his door had been shoved open and hit the wall, filtered through the receiver. “Uncle Martin, Laura said you better come see this. Lissa might need stitches.”
“Phone girl, I’ll need to call you back in a few. Okay?”
The next sound she heard was the complete silence of a cell-phone disconnection. Wondering what she was doing here rather than being there to help Martin, she closed her phone. At sixty-two, Laura was a skilled nanny, but Hannah wanted to be the one with him going through whatever the day brought.
Looking at the map one last time, she thought about calling Dr. Lehman. He was more than just her boss, and he regularly visited relatives in Lancaster, some forty miles southeast of here, so he might be able to help her. But rather than chance disturbing him, she decided to continue driving until she found a landmark she recognized. She pulled back onto the road. After a solid hour and many times of turning around, she found the road that led to Owl’s Perch. Martin hadn’t called her back, and she hadn’t been able to reach him. His voice mail picked up immediately, which meant his phone was turned off. Whatever was going on, she bet his Saturday was tough, nanny’s help or not.
The oddest sensation slid up her back as she drove alongside the Susquehanna River. She’d been in this very spot three years ago, heading for Hershey Medical Center because Luke and Mary had been taken there by helicopter after their accident. She remembered the days that followed, months of hiding her rape from everyone but her parents and hoping against hope that she wouldn’t lose Paul.
“Brilliant, Hannah, you were afraid of losing a jerk.” She mumbled the words, then turned the radio up louder, trying to drown out the whispers of resentment against him. The familiar territory had to be the reason for the fresh edge of offense that cut against her insides. In all the time she’d known Paul, he’d lived on a college campus not far from here, except for the summers, when he stayed with his Gram. She’d only seen this area twice before, once on the way to the hospital to see Luke and
Mary and again about two weeks later on the way back home, but in each instance she’d been keenly aware that she was in Paul’s stomping grounds. At the time she felt connected to him, hopeful they could overcome the obstacles that stood between them and getting married. Silly, childish dreams.
Needing a stronger diversion than worship songs, she pushed the radio button, jumping through the stations until she found a familiar song by Rascal Flatts, “I’m Moving On.” She cranked up the sound full blast and sang along, assuring her anxieties that she would survive the oddity of being here as well as the misery of not being with Lissa throughout whatever ordeal she faced.
The waters of the Susquehanna weren’t brown and frothy this time. The river looked crystal clear as the afternoon sun rode across the ripples. In less than an hour she’d be in Owl’s Perch, and as badly as she wanted to arrive, she didn’t want to face her father. What was she going to say to him?
A dozen songs later, that question was still on her mind as she drove into her parents’ driveway. Her mouth dry and palms sweaty, she got out of her car. The cool September breeze played with her dress and loose strands of her pinned-up hair, but there wasn’t anyone in sight, and the wood doors on the house were shut. Without any sounds of voices or movement coming through the screened windows, she was pretty confident no one was home. She knocked loudly anyway. It was rare for everyone to be gone if it wasn’t a church day.
When no one answered, she made a complete circle, taking in the old place, its chicken coop, barns, lean-to, and smokehouse. A sense of nostalgia reverberated through her as she absorbed the homestead where she’d been born and her mother before her. The tops of the huge oaks rustled. She walked to the hand pump, pushed and pulled the handle until water poured forth, and filled a tin cup. Taking a sip of the cool water, Hannah sensed an odd connectedness to her ancestors. A great grandfather on her mother’s side had dug this well, and springs that fed it had been sustaining her family for generations.
The quiet peacefulness moved through her, making her realize how much she’d once cherished parts of the Plain life. She hadn’t expected this, and for the first time in a long time, she wished she understood herself better. Spotting the garden, she walked up the small hill to the edge of it. The last of the corn had been harvested weeks ago, and now all that remained were the cut-off brown stalks. The pea plants had been pulled up for the season. The cold-weather plants– broccoli, cauliflower, and cabbage–were thriving. She’d loved gardening from the first time her Daed had placed seeds in the palms of her hands and helped her plant them. Daed and she had come to the garden every day, watching, weeding, and watering. In the end those seeds produced enough food for her family to eat well all year long. Suddenly missing who her Daed and she had once been, her eyes misted. How much easier it would be to sort through her feelings if she understood the magnitude of emotions that came out of nowhere and took her to places she didn’t know existed. Perhaps in that one thing, she and Sarah weren’t so very different. Her sister seemed to respond immediately to the emotions that marched through her, and Hannah stood against them, but either way they left a mark.
Her mind returned to the strange conversation she’d had with Sarah–the jumbled words and thoughts that circled with no destination. She needed to find out what was going on with her.
Deciding to go see Luke and Mary for answers, she went to her car. She backed out of the driveway and headed down the familiar dirt road she used to walk regularly when going to Gram’s. The hairs on her arms stood on end as the paved road turned into a gravel one, the one where the attack had taken place. She locked her car doors and turned the music up to blaring, trying not to think about it. A few minutes later she pulled into Luke’s driveway.
Getting out of the car, she noticed that his shop didn’t appear to be open. The windows, blinds, and doors were closed. It seemed like he’d have the place open on a Saturday. She knocked loudly before trying the door.
When it opened, she stepped inside. The shadowy place didn’t look anything like a usable shop. It looked like a storage room for buggy parts, not leather goods. Waiting at the foot of the stairs that led to the second-floor apartment, Hannah called, “Luke? Mary?”
The door at the top of the steps creaked open, and a half-dressed young man stepped out. “They don’t live here. Never have. We rent the place.”
He might be Amish, but she couldn’t tell for sure since he only had on a sleeveless T-shirt and pants. He descended a few steps.
Hannah backed up. “I’m sorry for interrupting you.”
“No interruption at all.”
Luke and Mary never lived in the home above the harness shop, both of which were built by the community just for them? Unwilling to ask any questions, Hannah went to her car.
Opening the door to the vehicle, she spotted Katie Waddell’s white clapboard home amid fenced pasturelands. The once-worn footpath from here to Gram’s was thick with grass. Hannah closed the door to her car. Maybe it was time to push beyond her fears. She headed for the old farmhouse. Except for a few fences that needed mending, the place looked good. Her heart pounded something fierce as she crossed Gram’s screened porch to the back door.
“Look at me, Hannah.” As if catapulted back in time, she could hear Paul’s voice and feel the soft rumble of his words against her soul. “I’ve been aching to talk to you before I return to college. There are some things I just can’t write in a letter.”
She shuddered, trying to dismiss the memory and ignore the feelings that washed over her as she knocked on the door. No one answered. She peered through the gape in the curtains that hung over the glass part of the door and knocked louder. After several minutes she gave up, left the porch, and moved to the side yard, thinking Gram might be in the garden. But one look at the garden said no one had been in it for quite a while. Paul’s old rattletrap of a truck sat under a pavilion near the garden, the hood up and the engine dangling above by a thick chain.
Eeriness crawled over her skin as if she were trapped in one of those Twilight Zone episodes Martin had told her about. Whatever was going on, life seemed to have changed for everyone else as much as it had for her. She headed for her car. It was time to find the hotel near Harrisburg where Martin had made reservations for her and settle in for the night. She could have stayed at a hotel closer to her community, but according to Martin, the one he’d chosen was nicer: very safe, with breakfast included, and a business center in case she needed Internet access. Unfortunately she’d be stuck there all day tomorrow since it was a church day. Visits by estranged Amish may not be tolerated any day, but especially on a Sunday. And Matthew had made it clear she needed to wait until after the funeral to be seen by the community as a whole and by his family in particular. If that’s how strongly Matthew felt, her father would magnify that sentiment a thousandfold.
Regardless of what it took, she’d get through the next few days with her dignity intact. They’d trampled her spirit once. She’d not give them another chance.
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Reading Group Guide
After receiving a desperate and confusing call from her sister, Hannah Lapp reluctantly returns to the Old Order Amish community of her Pennsylvania childhood.
Having fled in disgrace more than two years earlier, she finally has settled into a satisfying role in the Englischer world. She also has found love and a new family with the wealthy Martin Palmer and the children she is helping him raise. But almost immediately after her arrival in Owl’s Perch, the disapproval of those who ostracized her, including her headstrong father, reopens old wounds.
As Hannah is thrown together with former fiancé Paul Waddell to work for her sister Sarah’s mental health, hidden truths surface about events during Hannah’s absence, and she faces an agonizing decision. Will she choose the Englischer world and the man who restored her hope, or will she heed the call to return to the Plain Life --- and perhaps to her first love?
1. When the Soul Mends begins with Hannah returning to Owl’s Perch. In the When the Morning Comes, she almost died trying to avoid going back. Now her sister needs her. What does her willingness to return tell us about Hannah?
2. Once Hannah returned home, she realized that life had changed for everyone inside Owl’s Perch --- an eerie and alienating feeling. Most of us have felt that way at times, whether looking back in amazement at the years that have come and gone, bonding with a new baby, or having to face a tragedy. Discuss what you do to handle your emotions during such times.
3. The first time Hannah saw Paul, she lashed out, saying hurtful things that only made her angrier and reopened hurt from deep within. Some people believe anger is an emotion we need to suppress or overcome. Others believe it’s a natural part of life that needs to be shared or released in a controlled, beneficial way. Do you think Hannah was wrong to share her negative emotions so openly?
4. Most of the characters in the novel series were Bible-believing people who wanted to honor God with their lives. Conflicting issues came in because they each understood God from a different perspective, based on their upbringing, personality, and life experiences. Most of us are pretty good at accepting the various beliefs of those around us but how would you feel if someone who believes differently than you do became your son- or daughter-in-law? That person will have a dramatic effect on your adult child, your future grandchildren, and every family gathering. Discuss how you think you’d respond to incorporating someone of different beliefs into your family. What are some steps you can take to embrace and enjoy the differences?
5. Martin and Paul are very different. From the time they were born, they were taught dissimilar world views through their parents, environments, and experiences. But both loved Hannah and did their best to walk in godly ways. Can you name a few things that you particularly liked about Martin? Paul?
6. Hannah’s mother regretted her actions toward her daughter, but healing did not begin until after she admitted her wrongs and allowed Hannah to voice her anger and hurt. Do you think it’s reasonable or right for someone to question and vent his or her anger at the person asking for forgiveness?
7. Although someone baptized into the Amish faith is required to marry a baptized member, the family doesn’t interfere with potential choices. Often they don’t even know who their loved one is seeing until they are engaged. If you’d known Matthew, would you have shared your concerns about Elle with him? Do you believe it’s right to express your opinion about who a friend or family member is dating?
8. In book one, Hannah buried her deceased baby before leaving Owl’s Perch. During the next two and a half years, Hannah’s father took care of the grave, offering a tenderness and respect he was never able to give to Hannah. He struggled with relationships and was difficult to deal with. What did you imagine is behind Zeb’s inner conflict? How do you relate with people who are caught inside themselves, reluctant to show love, constantly expressing negative thoughts, and pushing people away in the process?
9. Can you think of any ways Hannah could have made the relationship between her and her father less strained? She seemed to have insight and understanding of people that her father lacked. Did that make it her responsibility to find ways to make things work with Zeb Lapp?
10. Martin thought Hannah was perfect for him, the answer to all his years of waiting for the right person to share his life with. They had a history that bonded them, but they rarely valued or enjoyed the same things. Do you think the respect and attraction they had for each other and dedication for Kevin and Lissa are/were enough reasons for them to marry?
11. After facing and receiving help for her issues, Sarah decided she should remain single. Discuss how you feel about Sarah’s choice. Do you know anyone who has faced such challenges and picked a different path?
12. Although Paul and Hannah had strong feelings for each other, at one point they purposefully decided to walk away. Paul felt that way because he didn’t want to be the cause of Hannah destroying the life she’d built. Hannah didn’t want to hurt Martin, Kevin, or Lissa. Were these decisions as selfless as they’d hoped?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Although I may have read pieces of the prior books in this series, I must say that the character description table in the front of the book was very helpful and made reading this book as a stand alone fairly easy. Cindy Woodsmall is to be commended for her threading the needle in synchronizing the old order plain sect with the Mennonite and modern life styles in a way that was balanced, instructive and frankly, very refreshing. I enjoyed the book as well as reconnected with some of my spiritual values that are always under attack by the ethos of materialism and amoralism that seem to prevail in our culture at large.
This book was a great summer read. So good that I also read #1 and #2 - in the correct order. They all were excellent and captivating.
Loved all three of these books This one was very hard to put down
Once you start this book, you wouldn't be able to put it down.
Warm, enjoyable, a very nice trilogy.
This book was a quick read. The writing is not overly sophisticated and the plots are plain. I have enjoyed the development of the stories as they have evolved since the first in this series.
What a fabulous conclusion to a strong series. When the Soul Mends is as deep an compulsively readable as the rest of the series. You could try reading it as a stand-alone but I think it's much more effective if it's read within the series. The author did a great job in regards to drawing me in. I was as confused as Hannah was about who I wanted her to end up with. But the author made such as great case for each situation that I changed my mind several times over the course of the series. I am ecstatic with how it ended, too. It seemed impossible, but Cindy pulled it off. I loved the spiritual thread, which was subtle, yet effective. The part about forgiveness was very well done and portrayed the way life really is. It's one thing to say you should forgive someone and an entirely different thing to follow through with your intenstions. I also really enjoyed the roles the minor characters played in the story. It gave it a richer quality. I just wish the series didn't have to end. This is the kind of story that makes you want to pick up the phone when you turn the last page and talk to someone about it. I highly recommend When the Soul Mends.
This book was fantastic. Even without reading the first two books in the series, I didn't feel like I was missing enough of the history to not understand what was going on. The author explains who the main characters are at the beginning of the book, and also gives the backstories throughout. I will definately be reading the series beginning with the first book. This was one of those books that once you start reading it, you can't put it down. I will be watching for Cindy Woodsmall's future works.
A satisfying ending to the trilogy about a young Amish woman, victim of rape, who finds her healing and herself through leaving the community, then returning to live the plain life as a plain Mennonite.
Woodsmall has written a very good concluding third book in her Sisters of the Quilt trilogy. I think she pretty well tied up all loose ends, and I enjoyed knowing how the series concluded. I will even miss the main character, Hannah Lapp Lawson, as she was very admirable. The only quibble I have with this book is the style of the quotations. It gets pretty hard at times to tell which of characters has made a remark. Otherwise, it's a very worthwhile read, especially if you like Amish books.
I have read all three books in the Sister's of the Quilt series and was thrilled to finally get this last book. (When the Soul Mends).I would recomend this book series to everyone who also likes Wanda Brunstetter and Beverly Lewis. Without giving anything away, things finally play out and issues get resolved. There are so many good characters in this series. I wish the it would continue.
I felt a little lost at the beginning of the book since I have not read the first two books in the series but once I understood some of the background of the characters I began to really enjoy this story and when the last chapter came, I was sad it ended.I don¿t know how true to life the lifestyle of the Amish is in her book but it was an eyeopener and I was surprised to find myself wanting to know to more about the community.I am going to be keeping an eye out for the first two books in this series and if I find them, I will definitely be reading them.
Wow. That is the main thought that I am left with after finishing this magnificent book. Cindy Woodsmall has done an amazing job with her debut series and I cannot wait to read more from this fabulous author. I enjoyed the first book and really was full of emotion for the characters. I cannot tell you how many times throughout the series I was brought to tears or screaming in anger when the characters would not for themselves.When the Soul Mends is an incredible book about such depth with a vast amount of heart wrenching drama that is so real and so needed to be read. You could read this book alone, but I strongly suggest you start from the beginning, because only after going through When the Heart Cries to the When the Morning Comes can you really appreciate the beauty and fully healing affects of When the Soul Mends. Can you see how perfect these titles are?I'm practically speechless, but I want to ramble about how great this book is. The characters are so real, as are their troubles and joys. Cindy really brings you into an Amish/Plain/Englisher world and shows the good, as well as the bad in all cases. After falling into their world in the first two novels and screaming for answers with the cliff hangers those two left me in, Cindy has answered everything in more depth and better than I ever could have imagined. I'm completely satisfied with this series and you can bet it is on my keeper shelf.
¿When The Soul Mends¿ is the third and final book in Cindy Woodsmall¿s trilogy about the challenges facing a small Amish community in Owl¿s Perch, Pennsylvania. This latest novel answers many questions raised in the first two books about heroine Hannah Lapp¿s dysfunctional family, particularly her troubled sister Sarah. The story¿s plot is rich enough to keep you turning pages, yet it¿s the characters and their development that will remain in your thoughts and have you making comparisons with events in your own life. This author convincingly captures the odd middle ground that results when Old Order lifestyles are attempted in today¿s modern world. Some conveniences, such as cell phones and C-section births, can¿t help but intrude on Amish lives ¿ particularly when not taking advantage of such technologies would result in needless tragic consequences. Hannah has matured and blossomed, yet still feels uncertainty and some anger about her past. She has spent the last couple of years trying to heal her emotional wounds and build a future in Ohio. Now because of a new crisis with Sarah, she must return to the people and places that hold such horrible memories. Making the journey with her as she returns to face her past, reconnect with as-difficult-as-ever family members and friends, and trying to come to the right decision as to her future will bring thought-provoking and satisfying closure to this season of Hannah¿s life journey. I do recommend reading the first two books in the series, ¿When the Heart Cries¿ and ¿When the Morning Comes.¿
Hannah's sister has called requesting her to come home. If only Hannah will come home, everything will be ok. Now Hannah is being pulled in two directrions-life in the Plain world and life in the English world. She also feels pulled between two men-Martin, the Englischer who loves music and wants Hannah to change in order to fit into his world, and Paul, the Plain Mennonite who is patiently waiting for her to return to Owl's Perch, a man who does not ask Hannah to change, only to be true to her heart.
I really enjoy this authors style of writing. "When the Soul Mends," is the 3rd (and I believe the final) book in this series. The main character, Hannah, struggles with many fall-outs due to a tragic, life-changing event that happened in her life. She has to struggle to discover who she really is, what God is calling her to be, and what will ultimately serve her purpose. She faces many ups and downs along the way and learns about forgiveness and trueness to self. This is a wonderful story about self-discovery and love.
I loved this book and couldn't put it down, which seems to be par for the course for the author's fans. This is the first book I have read in quite some time that is purely for pleasure--lately, all I seem to read are "Get Out of Debt, Dummy!" and books that deepen my spiritual life, so this was a rare treat and I read it in less than a day!This is either the third or fourth book in the series, and certainly the one that wraps them all up. I especially appreciated the "intro" in the beginning, which gave a quick snapshot of the key players and their relationship to one another--I referred to it often, as this is the first of Cindy's books that I had read. The stories within the book are wholesome, heart-warming, and real. The characters are well-developed, and Cindy writes in such a way that the reader can relate to almost all of the characters--even when there are some relationships that just won't mend no matter how much both people want it. This is an interesting insight to Amish life, and many of the struggles faced when individuals leave/think about leaving/try to leave. I was so blessed to find such a heartwarming tale of romance (and not just for one couple!), and done in a way that I have no problem handing this "romance novel" to my teenage daughter to read! If you like these kinds of books, Cindy is very easy to read--although, it did seem to jump around a bit at first. I quickly learned the characters and was able to thoroughly enjoy the book and cry tears of pain and joy as I found myself thoroughly entrenched in the story being told. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!!!
When the Soul Mends by Cindy Woodsmall is the final book in Sisters of the Quilt series. Hannah Lapp receives a call from her sister, Sarah that Matthew Esh has been injured in a fire and his brother, David passed away when their business caught fire. Hannah arranges for time off and heads home to Owl’s Perch, Pennsylvania. Hannah left home two and a half years ago when she was seventeen. She works for Dr. Lehman and is taking classes to become a nurse. Hannah has found a family with Martin Palmer along with his niece and nephew. Hannah arrives at the funeral and is instantly met with disapproval which reopens old wounds. She notices that Sarah is behaving oddly, and that there are burns on her hands which Sarah cannot explain. Something is up with Sarah and Hannah wants to get her help before she returns to her life in the Englisch world. Paul Waddell, Hannah’s old boyfriend, works as a counselor at Better Path. With Paul’s assistance, the family can get Sarah the help she desperately needs. It also gives Hannah and Paul an opportunity to resolve the past. As issues become resolved, Hannah realizes her feeling for Paul are still there. Hannah will need to make a choice between her new life in the Englisch world or her old one in Owl’s Perch. When the Soul Mends is not a standalone novel. You need to read the book in the Sisters of the Quilt series in order as each book builds upon the previous one. I thought When the Soul Mends contains good writing with well-developed and thoughtful characters. The story has a languid pace. I wish it had been a little peppier and edited for length (368 pages). While I enjoyed When the Soul Mends, I did find it predictable. A couple has a misunderstanding that takes them the book to resolve. I wanted the couple to have a real conversation. I like how the author handled Sarah’s mental health issues and how it added depth to the book. The theme of forgiveness is dominate in When the Soul Mends. Only when you truly forgive can you begin to heal. I appreciated the epilogue which wrapped up all the storylines. When the Soul Mends is a lovely conclusion to the Sisters of the Quilt series.
When The Soul Mends Is a suitably sufficient in emotion and Faith. In the beginning it approaches your emotions on such an intense level and when it does that think to yourself - if it starts off like this how deep is this going to go? Then you start reading even harder because you don't want to miss out on a single thing because you won't believe how would aggressive this author gets with Your emotions. I don't say this very much so when I say it I mean it - Ms. woodsmall Leaves a piece of herself with each of the characters for you and you are excited that she does. I received a copy of this book from the Publisher and Netgalley; all of the opinions expressed in this review are all my own. if you would like to read more of my Christian book reviews go to christianlybookreviewers.blogspot.com - I look forward to seeing you there.
From the book: The capstone novel in Cindy Woodsmall's Sisters of the Quilt trilogy places Hannah Lapp at the most difficult crossroads in an Amish woman's life. She must choose between her new love and contented life in the Englischer community or the renewal of ties with her Old Order suitor, Paul. Called back to the congregation that ostracized her, she struggles to find her heart's desire as she attempts to ease her conscience. A romantic novel woven deep with strands of faith. My review: I actually started reading this book first but realized I was lost without reading the other two books and getting the history. This is a series where a terrible tragedy occurs to an young Amish girl. Instead of embracing her, her parents and community turn their backs on her. Throughout the series, Hannah is able to overcome her setbacks and move on to a happy and fruitful life. While she ends up leaving her faith, she finds a path that brings out her true calling of helping others. In this book she has to choose between returning to those who rejected her and staying with those who freely accepted her regardless of her "past." I rated this book high because I love these type of stories. While I enjoyed the storyline, I cannot honestly say there was a lot of depth. Once you get past the tragedy in the first book, the story loses it's steam. However, if you are looking for a book with and easy to follow story line and a happy ending, then this is the perfect book for you! Love and Blessings! Margaret