Melville, the Youngest Baker
He was a successful, Hollywood writer for twenty years. What made him stop? … More Melville, the Youngest Baker
He was a successful, Hollywood writer for twenty years. What made him stop? … More Melville, the Youngest Baker
Valentine’s Day starts us thinking about romantic gestures–gestures to make, gestures we might receive. So I find it a little interesting that Emilie Loring’s books say nothing at all about Valentine’s Day. In fact, she mentions very few holidays or traditional celebrations. We know how she might have observed Thanksgiving and Christmas, but she leaves … More Romance: A First, Hopeful Sign
Since I started this blog and began to receive your comments, I’ve wondered, what is it about age ten that starts so many girls on Emilie Loring? “My mom got me hooked on Emilie Lorings- giving me my first when I was 10.” Katie “I began reading Emilie Loring around the age of 10, and … More The Next Thing When You Are Ten
There couldn’t be better timing for an original, Emilie Loring book to come out as an e-book. And what a nice story to choose! “If you could read only one Emilie Loring book, this is a good choice.” see: Emilie Loring’s Last Book: To Love and to Honor “Emilie Loring sounds great. I’d like to read … More How to Give Emilie Loring This Season
I like Emilie Loring precisely because she wrote so many books that I enjoy, each satisfying something a little different at different times. In my twenties, I especially liked Rainbow at Dusk and Where Beauty Dwells. Since taking up writing myself, I’ve found new identification with Give Me One Summer and Beckoning Trails. from: For Her … More Different Times Call for Different Books
Penelope Sherrod’s mother needs life-saving surgery, and the only way to afford it is for “Penny” to marry wealthy Donald Garth and turn her back on the scoundrel she really loves, Dick Wentworth. In one eventful day, Dick suggests an affair, Penny realizes she doesn’t love him after all, and she marries Don, but not … More Finding Garth the Gunmaker
With startling unexpectedness the western sky crimsoned in streaks as though the sun, exasperated with the slow process of tinting, had flung his color brush straight at the heavens. Estelle French stole a glance at her companion. He was gazing at the west, rider and horse both motionless. The man sat with hat off, his … More An Elusive Legacy: My Dearest Love