Love it. I love this one as much as These is My Words but for different reasons. I like that Turner abandoned her diary approach and stuck with an unvarying 1st person narration, which lent itself well to the story. I still miss Jack, but so does Sarah. I empathized with her and April's mild estrangement and Sarah's difficulty in "cutting the apron strings" with her almost-adult children. I feel "purely tired out" just reading all the work that Sarah does in her day-to-day life and I feel a new admiration for my own kin who settled in the Arizona Territories.

SPOILERS: I was sorry to see that Rudolpho ended up such a villain; it made for a neat (as in tidy) story, but didn't seem quite right to me. Also, I never had a bead on Lazrus -- I spent too much time trying to figure out if he was a John-the-Baptist-eating-locust-and-honey-in-the-wilderness sort of eccentric, or just completely nutso? And if he's crazy, is he "just odd" crazy or dangerously insane? We figure this out in the end, of course, but I think that his every appearance could have been filled with foreboding and dread, slowly heating up the suspense, if Turner had written him less ambiguously.