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    • The Reason I Wrote Sofi’s Bridge

      Guest post By Christine Lindsay The aspiration behind all my novels is to share journey the Lord took me on through my own canyons and valleys of loss to eventual emotional healing in Him. I share different aspects of that journey in my books to encourage others in their own struggles. And there you are: The valleys and canyons of Washington State are another set of the metaphors in Sofi’s Bridge. Here is an excerpt from a favorite character of mine, Kiosho, a delightful elderly Japanese man who in his youth mined for gold with Sofi’s grandfather shortly after they both immigrated to the US in the late 1800’s. Sofi watched her sister drift from pillar to pillar on the wraparound porch, a look of perplexity stamped on her face. Kiosho dried his hands on a tea cloth while Sofi pushed out a sigh. “I don’t know anymore, Kiosho. So little improvement in Trina.” Kiosho took her elbow and shook it. “Remember, Sofi, what I used to tell you. The love of God, all around. Like these mountains that circle this valley. First, Trina and you must go through different canyons of sadness, but He will bring you out to open spaces.” I live in a valley exactly like the fictional valley in the Cascade Mountains that Sofi and Neil escape to with her sister. Except, my real valley is just across the border in Canada, but still in the same beautiful range of mountains and glaciers. One day as I was going through a personal heartache, our pastor preached on the love of God, and used the metaphor of the mountains that encircle our real-life town nestled in the Fraser Valley. I know these mountains. I know this valley. I know each change on the faces of my mountains as seasons come and go. I also know how God can use our greatest heartaches to bring forth our greatest joys. If we let Him. I leave you with this last excerpt, when Neil, on a high alpine meadow starts to feel hope for his set of trying circumstances. He’s on the journey to God and healing, and doesn’t quite recognize it yet, but only feels the comfort and love coming from his Creator in the majesty around him. At the summit Kiosho reined the Clydesdales in and settled them under a shady tree. The wind, carrying a clean pine fragrance, blew unimpeded as though they’d reached the top of the world. Trina jumped from the wagon to run along a pathway strewn on either side with blue and purple lupine, pink phlox, yellow arnica, and red Indian paintbrush. Only a few feet to Trina’s right, the path dropped to plunge into a flower-dotted meadow. Grasses swayed in the breeze. Neil stayed behind with Sofi, sweeping his gaze three hundred and sixty degrees. Above the tree line, gray peaks scraped the sky, some still capped with snow. In the distance, pale blue and turquoise ice from glaciers filled crevices between serrated granite heights. Quiet awe filled his face. As Sofi watched him, she could only hope that up here for a while he could let go of whatever pain he was hiding from the world, and from her.   About Christine: Irish born Christine Lindsay is the author of multi-award-winning Christian fiction and non-fiction. Readers describe her writing as gritty yet tender, realistic yet larger than life, with historical detail that collides into the heart of psychological and relationship drama. Christine's fictional novels have garnered the ACFW Genesis Award, The Grace Award, Canada’s The Word Guild Award, and was a finalist twice for Readers’ Favorite as well as 2nd place in RWA’s Faith Hope and Love contest. This author’s non-fiction memoir Finding Sarah Finding Me is the true-life story that started this award-winning career in Christian fiction and non-fiction. This book is a must for anyone whose life has been touched by adoption. Christine is currently writing a new fictional series set on the majestic coast of Ireland and loaded with her use of setting as a character that will sweep the reader away. Subscribe to her newsletter on her website www.christinelindsay.org About the Book: Seattle Debutante Sofi Andersson will do everything in her power to protect her sister who is suffering from shock over their father's death. Charles, the family busy-body, threatens to lock Trina in a sanatorium—a whitewashed term for an insane asylum—so Sofi will rescue her little sister, even if it means running away to the Cascade Mountains with only the new gardener Neil Macpherson to protect them. But in a cabin high in the Cascades, Sofi begins to recognize that the handsome immigrant from Ireland harbors secrets of his own. Can she trust this man whose gentle manner brings such peace to her traumatized sister and such tumult to her own emotions? And can Nei, the gardener continue to hide from Sofi that he is really Dr. Neil Galloway, a man wanted for murder by the British police? Only an act of faith and love will bridge the distance that separates lies from truth and safety. Buy Now:  Amazon Barnes & Noble Visit all the stops along the tour

04 November 2011

Why Do We Love Amish Fiction?



And if you haven't had a chance to read and vote for your favorite Amish excerpt, do so here.

According to numerous articles and blog posts I read recently, Amish Fiction is one of the hottest genres on the market. During the recent recession, while large bookstore chains were shutting their doors and publishing houses were scaling back, agents and editors continued to seek Amish fiction. Initially, many thought this rapid explosion of buggies and bonnets would wane, but halfway through 2011, this genre shows no signs of fading. If anything, it continues to grow. Even the Amish are getting in on this trend. (You can read about the Amish selling Amish fiction here.)

As I surfed the internet for everything Amish (I bet Great Gramma never thought those two words—Internet and Amish—would appear in the same sentence.) I began to explore the why behind the what. Why has this genre taken off during such a tumultuous, rapid-fire, technologically-saturated time?

According to readers, Amish fiction allows them to relax and escape to a simpler time. A time when man’s sustenance depended on their hard work, not the shifting stock market. A time when neighbors not only knew your name, but came by to help when a need arose. A time when you knew what you believed and stood for truth unashamedly. Values we all espouse, but sometimes struggle to see in our noisy world of news bites and politics.

I believe Christian Amish fiction (haven’t read the secular version) provides the same sense of community we see in many of our past and present sitcoms. (Although I’m about to date myself, as I haven’t watched television in quite some time.) Ten, maybe fifteen years ago, America loved Cheers, the bar where everybody knows your name. Then came Seinfeld, a close-knit community centered around an apartment complex. After that, Friends hit the scene, and today there are shows like “How I Met Your Mother.”


Although these sitcoms appear different upon first glance, if you step back and view the big picture, you’ll realize they speak to a fundamental need we all have, and one I believe our Internet-saturated-society fails to meet, and that’s the need for authentic community. Good, bad, slightly mortifying—doesn’t matter. We want to belong and to know that someone notices when we’re not around. To know someone’s there for us, despite our warts and issues.

What about you? Do you read Amish Fiction? If so, why? What do you believe makes Amish Fiction different than other genres? Any other genres or novels that provide the same emotional take-away? IF so, share them. And if you haven’t had a chance to vote yet, make sure to do so. You might even win a free book out of the deal.


Remember, there are four ways to enter our drawing and you can enter multiple times (Although you can only vote once): 1) Cast your vote 2)FB share today’s post 3) Leave a comment on today’s post 4) Join our blog alliance.

Have a great mid-week-day and come back Friday for our author reveal!
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Item Reviewed: Why Do We Love Amish Fiction? Rating: 5 Reviewed By: Jennifer Slattery
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