The color white stands
for many things: purity, innocence, light, mourning. Grace Elizabeth Mabry, the
daughter of Patrick Mabry, one of London’s wealthiest tradesmen thanks to his
tea business (Swan’s Tea Room), hands a white feather of cowardice to Jack Benningham,
Earl of Stonebrooke. Grace, a suffragette, is full of patriotism, especially
since her brother, Colin, is fighting in the war (it’s 1917, so WWI), so by
handing a white feather to Jack, she’s telling him that he’s a coward for not
representing Britain in the war, as he is an able-bodied man.
Things turn for them both when Grace
and her lady’s maid/friend, Agnes Pierpont, volunteer for the Women’s Forage
Corps. It’s more work than Grace has ever done in her life, but it’s better
than the house arrest she’s been under. They’re assigned to Roxwood, where
dwells a monster.
Naturally, that “monster” is Jack
Benningham. He knows the name Grace Mabry, but he doesn’t know her face,
because he can’t see it. Great tests are in front of the both of them. Grace
will need her faith more than ever, and Jack needs to regain his. There will be
hurt, the likes of which happens only when you fall too hard for someone and
care too deeply. Unfortunately, matters of the heart are only part of the
problem, because in those times of war, the threat of enemy spies is constant.
And if the truth isn’t discovered, the innocent will take the blame, and
relationships will be forever ruined.
Mystery. Espionage. Intrigue.
Romance. Doubt. Faith. If you enjoy stories containing any of those things,
this is a book which I would recommend to you. This Christian historical fiction
novel is intelligently written with a focused plot, descriptive characters and
a fast pace. The author has clearly done her research. I think it is clever
that Jack’s stance as a conscientious objector is a ruse, for it still propels
his character to help his country. I was captivated by this novel and know I’ve
found another author whose books I’d like to keep reading. It has a good
message for us as well: Walk by faith and not by sight. In the spiritual sense,
yes, but also in the literal, seeing-with-your-eyes sense. We take for granted
that which we have, not realizing what we’re missing until it’s too late. Keep
the faith, give thanks for what you have, and try not to take anything for
granted.
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