I've taken a sudden interest in events of the Scot highlanders. One aspect of the highlands is that it is adventurous. Another is that people there can be mistaken as stuffy Englishmen living in castles. They generally may make to sound worthy of seeking especially for Elizabeth of Long Island of America, as she listened to her father and his explanations that did do with a different nature from his living in the highlands during his early years in the early seventeen hundreds. He is an educated Tutor now teaching on Long Island. His recounted events of Bowain Castle to his dreamy eye young girl-daughter Elizabeth has not been to make her wish to return. But she often dreams of doing it. She shrugged off those childish ideas when she realizes she ought to think more about being in love and someday marrying and having children. Elizabeth's story does take a double avenue and she takes us through her emotional story.
I found this in my grandmother's house many moon ago when we were packing up the house after she and my grandfather died. I probably should have read it many decades ago, but that's what this year's winter reading is all about-- getting to those old dusty tombs that I haven't cracked the cover of and have just been carrying around with me like souveniers throughout most of my life. I loved that this book was about a girl from Long Island in colonial days who moves to Scotland. It was cozy-- almost like a Scottish bodice ripper that was much more romance than smut, hehe. Reminded me of The Witch of Blackbird Pond for some reason, which makes little sense to me because the stories are not that similar (possibly just the reading level and lit style). I did get a little annoyed at the romance with John though. He comes in, he insults the main character, he leaves, she mourns him, he comes back -- girl, just STOP. This dude was an @22... by the third time he came back into her life my eyes were narrowed and I just spat at the book, "We hate John, okay, can we just accept that we hate John and move on to someone else?!" But no, she never does move on to someone else, because they are "fated" to be together. Sigh. Guuuuurl. It also seemed to skip many years all at once with very little transition, like "blah blah blah and then 5 years later there I was on the highland heather". Wait, what?! 5 YEARS LATER? What happened to those 5 years?! You can't just yadda, yadda FIVE WHOLE DAMN YEARS!! Ah well, the colonial history and personal history of reading a book that was in my grandmother's collection about my home state and ancestral home made this book really cozy to read by the fireplace.