![]() ![]() ![]() They keep to themselves and do their own thing, and they don’t like strangers. Not white, not black, not Hispanic or Native American, not anything, the Tufa clans have been living in the Tennessee mountains since before the white man came. Her ex-boyfriend can’t wait to get back into her life, a ghost is hanging out in her backyard, a confuddled preacher is wandering around town, and worst of all, she can’t remember how to play her mandolin.īronwyn, her family, and her entire hometown are Tufa. Bronwyn’s parents seem oddly disappointed in her, in a way that’s got nothing to do with her military record. And that’s where the “run of the mill” ended. I admit that from the blurb on the back I was expecting something run of the mill – Wounded war hero Bronwyn Hyatt returns home to recuperate, giving her hometown it’s fifteen minutes of fame. I hate sounding cliche, but I simply couldn’t put it down. I started it on a cloudy Saturday evening, and finished it the following Monday. I knew it was going to be a busy couple days, so I planned to take at least 4 days to read this book. ![]()
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