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Eleanor Emily Hodgman Porter (December 19, 1868 – May 21, 1920) was an American novelist. She was born as Eleanor Emily Hodgman in Littleton, New Hampshire on December 19, 1868, the daughter of Llewella French (née Woolson) and Francis Fletcher Hodgman. She was trained as a singer, attending New England Conservatory for several years. In 1892, she married John Lyman Porter and relocated to Massachusetts, after which she began writing and publishing her short stories and later novels. She died in Cambridge, Massachusetts on May 21, 1920 and was buried at Mount Auburn Cemetery.
This was one of my favorites in this collection. It is so easy to only see one side of the story and not consider what another is feeling. This was eye opening.
I thought it was getting kinda predictable but then the plot twisted and it kept me hanging on till the end. Some really great food for thought and helpful to understand relationships.
From the Pollyanna author, a grown-up (and not nearly as successful) story of lives gone awry and made right again. Certainly a period piece, capturing 1917 quite nicely, but truly Pollyanna in its conclusion of unbelievable circumstances and resolutions.