Watch for the morning

The book was gripping. How awful to just wait until the morning dawn comes up to save you from this type of life.

Conisdering Elisabeth MacDonald is my grandmother, all of her books have been on our shelves for years. I never had the urge to read any of them. Mostly because she is my grandmother and reading a romantic novel she wrote would be weird, and also because I do not share the same mormon faith. But I finally picked this one up and though "what the heck. I'll just read it." and I was pleasantly suprised. It was pretty good. It was a bit tough for me to get through some of the more provocative parts, but I was impressed by what my grandma could do with words.