Aiming for Love

When I started reading Aiming for Love, it was perfect timing. In our national community, conversation was rapidly around vaccines and viruses, specifically measles and other formerly common childhood illnesses. I was tired of interacting with people. I was tired of trying to teach the propaganda machine fueled persons I interacted with from time to time. It was time to pull back, provide conversation if someone reached out, but recover myself mentally and emotionally. I was also very pregnant. My fifth child was born in November after the release of this book in October and I was just done mom-ing. The older children (all under the age of ten at the time) were exhausting me. We were joking about how nice a stay in the NICU would be considering their descriptions. Long story short, the NICU stay wasn't enjoyable, more of a nightmare, but this book was my escapism from it all.

This is a Colorado story, a Christian Historical Fiction, full of romance and wit. Jo (Josephine) was a fascinating character to escape with into her own troubles with misinformation of whether Aesop's Fables was a second Bible and the fear and danger of sick people, out there. Need I tell anyone that I read this book in the months of my fourth trimester (when a mother stays home-bound to gently introduce her newborn to her life and world) that was suppose to end April 2020. Yeah, that spring of 2020. This story was just the adventure that I needed.

It still had gun toting scalawags, money, fear, and adventure. There was horseback riding, mountain climbing, and train rides. But there was a hermitage base of thought that all would be safe if you just stayed home... Everything and everyone far away that you don't understand is a danger... The timing of this was unreal for me. It was everything that I needed and there is a reason why Mary Connealy's books are always ones I come back for.

Pandemic aside. Children aside. This is a great read and the rest of the trilogy is worth the time as a whole. Highly recommended as always. Thanks to Netgalley and Bethany House Publishers for the blessing of letting me read this story.