Reading The Secret by Beverly Lewis was like wearing a woolen mitten that had unraveled leaving strings of itchy yarn dangling all over the place. The stories of Grace Bylar, an Amish teen and Heather, an non-Amish teen never intersect except once when Grace sees Heather running down the road. They never even meet each other! I understand now that this is what they call Christian fiction. Even still, loose ends in a story need to be cleared up. I also understand that this is the first in a series about Grace. Whatever. Even in a series a book should be able to be a stand alone piece of literature. I'm not going to bother finishing this series. And now that this Amish book is done hopefully I will quit dreaming about horses. I'm glad I have a Fanny Farmer book to wash the woolly taste of this one out of my head.
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