Reviewed by phyllish on
And I mean that both literally and figuratively. My Heart Belongs in the Blue Ridge took my breath away and found me wiping my eyes more than a few times. The deep love the author has for Appalachia, the place and the people, simply pours off the pages of this book. It sings the song of the mountains, creating a haunting melody that will linger in my heart.
While the story deals with some very hard issues of prejudice (against not only people of color but any “flatlander”), drunken rages, and abject poverty, all this is done with such tact, sensitivity, and hope. I am amazed at the way Laurel and her entire family love her father so deeply that they do what they can to protect themselves from his “dark times”, and yet remember the way he is when he is not controlled by drink.
Jonathan is not immune to family issues, despite his affluent upbringing being so diametrically opposed to the poverty Laurel has grown up in. The accident that left him lame as a child only drove his father to despise him all the more. When his uncle invites him to come teach, he fled from London as quickly as he could.
Laurel and Jonathan both have such a hunger for bringing a love of learning to the children. The gifted manner in which Laurel so naturally helps the little ones learn their letters and how to read is very admirable.
It is so charming how through most of the story, Laurel and Jonathan are friends and don’t have any idea of any feelings stronger than just that until . . . You know, that thing that happens that I can’t mention lest it give away a significant surprise.
If you have read and loved books by Joanne Bischoff, you will adore this one as well.
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I was given a copy of this book for free. I was not required to give a favorable review nor was any money received for this review. All comments and opinions are my own.
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- 14 November, 2018: Reviewed