Keepsake (True North, #3)

by Sarina Bowen

Once in a while some well-meaning person in my life would point out that after living the first nineteen years of my life on a dusty property in Wyoming, I still rarely left the farm. But they were wrong. I’d been to Middle Earth and Hogwarts and Dickensian London all in the past month or so. The difference between living on a ranch where books were banned and a farm where books were freely discussed and traded could not be underestimated.

“Everyone has a time when they need a lot more than they can give. It doesn’t matter how much you hate it. It’s just true.”

There’s a line in Job that reads: Look at the heavens and see; And behold the clouds—they are higher than you. Many things were just plain bigger than my desires. I’d always been good at accepting it. Today it was just a little harder than usual.