Why did I love this book?
In 1990, after multiple rejections from publishers, this novel first saw print in installments in a small-town paper. Jan Karon continued to submit it to publishers, and four years later, an acquisitions editor called her.
Ten years later, that same acquisitions editor called me. Fortunately, I was able to give the right answer when he asked me if I had read his pet project, At Home in Mitford. But that was really my wife’s fault.
She bought the book when it first came out and pestered me to read it. I took one look at the cover and resisted. Then our teenage daughter drank the KoolAid. Still, I held strong. But when our teenage son, reader of westerns and sci-fi, gushed about it, I relented.
I’m glad I did. For an hour or so every night, I disappeared into another world far removed from my hectic life of juggling three jobs while trying to raise two teenagers. When I got to the end, I went directly to the next book, and the next.
If you haven’t read this book, correct that error immediately. It’s good for what ails you.