The Fiddler (Home to Hickory Hollow, 1) - Hardcover

Book 1 of 5: Home to Hickory Hollow

Lewis, Beverly

 
9780764209871: The Fiddler (Home to Hickory Hollow, 1)

Synopsis

When 24-year-old Amelia "Amy" DeVries, thoroughly modern and disillusioned, sets out on a road trip through the Pennsylvania mountains, she unexpectedly meets an Amish man--and community--that changes her life forever. Simultaneous.

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About the Author

Beverly Lewis, born in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, has more than 17 million books in print. Her stories have been published in 11 languages and have regularly appeared on numerous best-seller lists, including the New York Times and USA Today. A keen interest in her mother's Plain heritage inspired Lewis to write Amish-related novels, beginning with The Shunning, which has sold more than one million copies She has been interviewed and featured by US and international media, including Time magazine, the Associated Press, and the BBC.

From the Back Cover

I studied my reflection in the mirror over the sink. Clean-shaven...blond hair cropped just below my ears, with the usual old-fashioned bangs. I looked like all the other young Amishmen I knew. And it made me feel even more lost.

Deserting the mirror, I went to kneel beside one of the bunks in the main room. "Hear my prayer for guidance, O God," I whispered, feeling guilty as I was reminded of my disobedience to the wishes of my parents. Could I expect my prayers to reach past the ceiling?

A single gas lantern brightened the gloom. There was really no need for the lantern when the cabin had electricity, but having my old lantern from home reminded me of the very thing that had brought me to this momentous day. Because I knew full well if I continued to walk the fence, I might end up on the other side--the outside, looking in.

From the Inside Flap

I studied my reflection in the mirror over the sink. Clean-shaven...blond hair cropped just below my ears, with the usual old-fashioned bangs. I looked like all the other young Amishmen I knew. And it made me feel even more lost.

Deserting the mirror, I went to kneel beside one of the bunks in the main room. "Hear my prayer for guidance, O God," I whispered, feeling guilty as I was reminded of my disobedience to the wishes of my parents. Could I expect my prayers to reach past the ceiling?

A single gas lantern brightened the gloom. There was really no need for the lantern when the cabin had electricity, but having my old lantern from home reminded me of the very thing that had brought me to this momentous day. Because I knew full well if I continued to walk the fence, I might end up on the other side--the outside, looking in.

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