Wednesday, May 14, 2014

When the Lilacs Come and Bloom

One Perfect Spring
Irene Hannon

Claire Summers is a determined, independent single mother who is doing her best to make lemonade out of the lemons life has handed her. Keith Watson is a results-oriented workaholic with no time for a social life. As the executive assistant to a local philanthropic businessman, he's used to fielding requests for donations. But when a letter from Claire's eleven-year-old daughter reaches his desk, everything changes. The girl isn't asking for money, but for help finding the long-lost son of an elderly neighbor.

As Keith digs reluctantly into this complicated assignment, he has no idea how intertwined his life and Claire's will become--nor how one little girl's kindhearted request will touch so many lives and reap so many blessings.

Through compelling characters and surprising plot twists, Irene Hannon offers readers this tenderhearted story of family connections that demonstrates how life is like lilacs--the biggest blooms often come only after the harshest winters.

     Spring has come (and fled) from Washington DC already this year. With every day of the week crawling hopelessly into the high eighties and nineties I am desperate to crawl back into the cool delicacy of Spring. Northerners, sigh. One Perfect Spring is a great reflection of almost everything spring represents. It is also contemporary fiction, which doesn't show up on my bookshelf very often because for some reason historical fiction seems to be really popular right now. So I find all of it very refreshing. (FYI, maybe half of the books this month will be contemporary fiction, a perfect cleansing from all the historical fiction to go along with Spring.)
cute doo-dad

     I enjoyed all the little subplots in the book, practically every character had their own little details to be busy with. Technically speaking, the book is third person but it switches so often between all the characters, even the ones that don't seem as prevalent. It does have a lot more of Keith's and Claire's point of view than anyone else's, but those little glimpses are really cool.  My dad was telling me the other day that he didn't like the third book in the Divergent series, he is really into fluffy sci-fi it is kind of funny, because it switched the point of view at the chapter and he found it hard to recognize which person was speaking. It really bothered him, thankfully point of view does not change at the chapter mark, but all over and is handily signaled by these cute little doo-dads.  Plus, she always manages to subtly but noticeably point out who is talking in the first sentence or two. 

     With almost four hundred pages to read, it is pretty hard to put down because you just want to know if Maureen, the older neighbor lady, gets to meet her son. I am telling you I was on pins and needles. Yup. Now I know, and you have to read to find out. The whole book revolves around adoption  and new beginnings. I don't get a chance to read much in the way of adoption books, especially modern ones, so I relished this one. I have to admit, it did make me cry. A lot. I cried through one third of the book easily, in my defense I am a bit of a leaky faucet so I have a good excuse. You can try it out for yourself and see how much you cry. Not that the crying was all sad, mind  you, sometimes everything gets so happy you absolutely must cry. Besides, crying is healthy. It washes out  your tear ducts. Plus, the Lord keeps your tears and they are precious to him: 


You number my wanderings;

Put my tears into Your bottle;
Are they not in Your book?
Psalms 56:8



     The whole book reflects this idea of seeking comfort in the Lord. The book cover the backsliders and the mourners. The one thing I did not like was the lack of power concerning healing. Other than that, it slowed everything down to contentment. 

     I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for my honest review. 


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