Book Review: Love Finds You in Golden, New Mexico

Love Finds You in Golden, New Mexico by Lena Nelson Dooley,  (Summerside Press) May 2010

An expert historical author, Lena has woven a beautiful story of redemption into the fabric of life in 1890 New Mexico. It’s a tale of love and forgiveness without making you feel like you’ve been on an extreme emotional roller coaster.

It starts when an old miner sends away for a young mail-order bride much to the consternation of Jeremiah, the young friend who looks after him. Jeremiah doesn’t understand old Philip’s faith in God or that the right woman will appear. And when a woman steps off the train and stirs Jeremiah’s heart, the realization that she’s Philip’s intended just doesn’t sit right with Jeremiah at all. Add to that, the woman shares Philip’s religious beliefs.

Madeline Mercer needs to escape Boston. Without waiting for confirmation after answering an ad for a mail-order bride, she heads to New Mexico with a new baby and 2 servants in tow. But, her steadfast faith in God falters when she meets Jeremiah and his barely concealed animosity. Frustration mounts when she overhears him profess her to be nothing but a gold-digger. She didn’t travel all the way to marry Jeremiah, though and just being in Golden gives her more peace than she’s felt in a long time.

This is a good book to curl up with and spend a satisfying afternoon on a rainy day.

I received a copy of this book from the publisher for the purpose of review. And boy, am I glad I did.

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