Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Review of The Blue Enchantress


Another chance to win M.L. Tyndall's The Blue Enchantress. Be sure to leave a comment for a chance to win this riveting story. Enjoy the review!



MaryLu Tyndall has a real gift for bringing characters to life and making you feel you know them in a deep and personal way. The Blue Enchantress is no exception. She has skillfully crafted believable characters--flawed like you an me. She doesn't sugar coat things but hands you life as it was in the 1700's. And does she know her time periods. You'll feel like you are there. MaryLu brings you along on stormy seas and deserted islands. If you've never sailed on a tall ship you'll feel like you have when you finish this book. Her descriptions are fabulous. Ever wonder what it would be like to be stranded on a deserted island? You'll know after reading the Blue Enchantress.

From the moment you start reading you will be riveted to the book as M.L. Tyndall begins Hope Westcott's story with the young woman on the auction block! The thing she does best is look for love in all the wrong places. This time it's in the arms of the not so chivalrous Lord Falkland. She is spurned by him and is shocked when she discovers the man is married. Don't fret, she is quickly rescued by Nathaniel Mason, an acquaintance who has admired her since they met in Charles Towne. Nathaniel, a man with his own problems, stumbles across her just in time, and begrdgingly buys her freedom. I won't tell you how because that was one of the most romantic things, even though he does resent the gallant act.


Nathaniel is a man of God but isn't listening to what God wants him to do with his life. Ashamed of his heritage, he thinks the way to prove himself is to become rich. Thrown together now until he can get her back home to Charles Towne, Mr. Mason struggles with his own feelings. A hurricane lands them on a deserted island where many more hardships are faced. And then things go from bad to worse when a pirate ship lands on the island. Nathaniel must now decide if he is willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice.


Love blossoms but not before God reveals some changes they both need to make in their lives. Will Nathaniel yield to God's calling on his life? Can Hope turn from her sordid ways? Discover the thrills, spiritual warfare, and romance in
The Blue Enchantress.

This book is a page-turner that you won't want to put down. Once again, MaryLu never disappoints!

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Growing up in 1918

And the winner of MaryLu Tyndall's The Blue Enchantress is...Angie Arndt! Congratulations Angie. I know you are going to enjoy this book. But you better plan on buying some more because once you read this one you'll have to read the other two in the trilogy.



My grandmother, Delitha, is staying with me for the next ten days. She was born in 1917 and is a wealth of information. We sat out on my front porch swing yesterday and talked about some of her life as a young child.

She was a little over a year old when the flu epidemic of 1918 hit. Her mother, Basha Bay, died in that epidemic and seven days later her aunt, Icey May died. My great-grandmother said my grandmother wasn't feeling well the day of her mothers funeral and they feared my grandmother was coming down with the flu. However, if she had the flu it was a mild case. The epidemic left her motherless and fath
erless so her grandmother, who wasn't a well woman took her in.

I asked her what her earliest memories were, and I have to say it's funny what the mind remembers. She remembers at age four going to her aunt Pearl's house and eating beef steak and thinking it tasted better than anything in the world. Her other memory at age four was of her grandmother's cook stove. It was a cast iron type where you put the wood and paper inside to get a fire going to heat the four burners on top.She said they had a small hole next to the burner to stick something in and be able to pull up the burner. She remembers her grandmother sticking her finger in the hole and flipping the burner so fast she didn't get burned.

Grandma at age five was given a cotton sack that hung across her shoulder and back to take out to her uncle's cotton field in Missouri and help pick cotton. She said she remembers it being so hot and at the end of the day they weighed her cotton and paid her ten cents, and she thought that dime was wonderful.

She told me she grew up in an age when horse and buggies were going out but some of her family still had them. And she was fortunate to be born when life was starting to get easier. But as I listen to the tales of walking down the street after dark at nine years old to get a bucket of coal to help heat a house I can't help to think how much we take for granted and our children even more so.

A child was expected to work in their youth. So many parents today think that if their children pick up their own toys they've done a great days work. Chores are fast becoming a thing of the past. Allowances are earned for nothing more than being their child. But are we really doing our children a favor? When I see what kind of woman my grandmother turned out to be I can't help but wonder how her childhood helped her become the lady she is today.

Until last year when she had a stroke she was a busy woman. She retired form GM at sixty five. Went back to work once more, this time for a real estate, where she worked for several more years. Retired for a year, got bored and went to work in retail until she was eighty five years old. But don't think she sat around after that. If one of her grandchildren had a project going, be it painting, gardening, lawn work, canning, yardsales, etc. you could bet she'd be there helping. She is a woman who wasn't afraid of work and a woman I am proud to call grandma.