They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but “they” never talk about finding comfort in the cover. Second book in a row I’ve read during a personal tumultuous time whose cover brought me a sense of peace and joy. Did this influence whether I liked the novel or not? Perhaps, but I don’t subscribe to rules when it comes to finding goodness in things.

This was my first Allendale novel. Another author I should have known about and another political reign of oppression I should have known about.

Glad I came out from the rock under which I apparently live to read this lovely work and give kudos to this novel as I enjoyed it and learned new things. What more can you ask for?