She peered at me some more. I wasn’t used to such scrutiny. “I suppose at this moment you think I’m the craziest woman you’ve ever met,” she said quietly. I looked at her standing there with birds on her arms and head. “Fiona’s crazier,’ I assured her.

The Breedloves have always been successfull lawyers, and everyone expects the same from Ivy. Ivy, however, has no interest whatsoever in a career in law. She wants to become a historian. When no one seems to understand her at home, except her aunt Tib, Ivy goes in search off her long lost aunt Josephine. However, when she does find her aunt (Did I mention her aunt is a hermit?), disaster strikes, and Ivy has to find a way to save the village of Backwater, and it’s most honorable mayor. On the way she gains a friend in the mountain guide- mountain mama, a boyfriend – Jack, and learns some lessons.

“Peace,” I said quietly, hoping the game would end. “A state of tranquility or quiet.” “Not in this house, Ivy!” boomed my father. “No kidding.” “We’ll make her a lawyer yet,” laughed Uncle Whit. Thirteen pairs of legal eyes stared at me. I looked away. If I’d had guts, I would of said it. Can’t you just let me be who I am?

I really enjoyed this book. It was a quick, and easy read, but had depth. I would say that I’d give it… 4 4/5 stars.

you can’t pursue history without finding hope.