Friday, December 23, 2016
Summer's List by Anita HIgma
This is a sweet story of love, forgiveness, redemption, and second chances. The story begins with Summer breaking an engagement and discovering that her dear Grandma, her last relative, is dying. Her Grandma had a great faith in God that she passed on to Summer.
Before she dies, her Grandma gives her a list she wants Summer to accomplish. The first thing on the list is to fine her old friend, Martin. Need I say anymore about where that goes? You already can guess.
But when she enters Martin's life, there are few thorns in the way, namely his brothers who resent Martin. The humility and forgiveness that Martin extended to his brother's could only have been as a result of God's love. There is reconciliation, even with their father who had, along with their mother, left them and gone to Europe with no communication for many years. Okay, I don't want to give away more of the story.
I really, really liked the story as long as the Grandma was alive, but once the Grandma died, the story turned a bit more sappy. It was still well-written and I like the underlying themes portrayed through the book, but that was my opinion of it. Grandma was a well-grounded, yet fun-loving woman who wanted to see Summer have the best life had to offer.
I believe this is the first book I have read by Anita and I would certainly read more books by her if the opportunity arises.
I received this book from Moody Publishers and am not required to write a positive review.
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