I have read all of the other Red River of the North series by Lauraine Snelling and always wanted to know the beginning of Ingeborg's story. I thought the book did a great job introducing us to her and her family, and led nicely into the original series. Great read!
Wish it had come out before the rest of the series
November 30, 2013
Age: Over 65
I'm a big fan of Lauraine Snelling so looked forward to the book that started the whole Red River series. I found myself wishing I had read it before I read all the others but I will definitely start rereading them very soon. I also felt the beginning was a little slow and the ending went a little fast but it's a good read no matter how you look at it.
I feel like I've been to Norway and back. The Seter sounded so beautiful. It was a lot of hard work.
Nils loved the mountains and was found and rescued. His time in the Seter let him find true love. But on way to connect with Ingeborg, an accident claimed his life.
Ingeborg had a fun loving family until the death of an Uncle. The will caused a split between the two brothers. Also they were grieving over loss of brother.
Life's hardships made Ingeborg wonder where God is in all life's situations.
Her Mom's cousin passed away in childbirth an also the baby. Her husband wants Ingeborg to be his wife and go with him to America and help care for his 4 year old son. There is no love. But Ingeborg feels God is in it.
You can depend on Lauraine Snelling to serve up wholesome, thought-provoking, informative fiction about Norwegians of yesteryear. Norske blood partly flows in my veins from two generations ago. Perhaps a search to recover those lost pieces of my heritage gives me special appreciation for the era that Lauraine successfully fictionalizes. Her latest book, which came as a review copy from Bethany House, captivated me. As a prequel to her previous "Red River of the North" series, it fills in the background of the sometimes enigmatic matriarch of the series, Ingebord. In a plot reminiscent of Janette Oke's initial, trendsetting prairie romance, "Love Comes Softly," Lauraine weaves a story of love lost and love learned. Along the way the reader gets lessons on how salt-of-the-earth people did things in the late 1800s, like make cheese and weave cloth without any of our modern conveniences. As Ingebord told a wealthy visitor from the city, "Here we live with our work" (p. 215). The book's main conflict is the family's care of a severely-wounded hiker found near their summer farm high in the mountains. There's description of the primitive medical regimen, which includes beating pneumonia after a risky setting of his broken leg. In the back of my mind I wondered about bed sores and "nature's call" (mentioned once, p.209, when he is more mobile) as his convalescence stretched into weeks. I would also have appreciated some sort of glossary explaining the Norwegian words. Though "onkle," "far" and "mor" (for family relations) aren't a big problem, readers might like a little more about the "seter" mountain farm, Norwegian foods, and translations of prayers. The book's ending made me ready for the next one. Ah, another wait. I don't have a lot of leisure time to read fiction, but Lauraine's fiction is high on my list of "reads" when I want to be reminded of strong women with strong faith.