“...the working class women of the late nineteenth century, women who struggled to earn money and help support their families in what could be a difficult environment of low wages, long hours, and dangerous working conditions, and where their sex, class, and ethnicity limited their opportunities.” (Author’s notes)
Old friends...they have returned to share their lives with me, once again. The time between novels dissolves, just like time and distance dissolves when friends are reunited.
I felt myself being transported back to San Francisco. I could hear the horse carts, feel the fog, imagine the warmth of the fire. I also felt the sore, tired feet, inhaled the wool dust, and heard the deafening roar of the textile mill’s machinery. I was at once caught up in each woman’s plight. Inheritance. Fire. Murder. Evil intentions. Greed. Family. Love. Trust. Each trying to find their way in a man’s world. Trying to carve out their own place in that world on their terms.
(On a side note: Who else longs for the next book in the series, then when it comes out, you can hardly wait to tear into it? Should I savor it...read slowly...take my time? Nope...I devour it. Fingers crossed there’s another installment in the series.)
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