I just finished Whispering Rock by Robyn Carr. It's the third in the Virgin River series, 6th book mentioning the characters from Grace Valley. Oh, heavens, was it good. I was getting tired of the whole everyone gets pregnant then married gimmick, so I went into this book expecting just that. Boy, was I surprised. I guess I shouldn't judge based on previous books. If Virgin River truly existed, I'd be on the next plane there to move. Who doesn't what to live in a place where everyone loves and accepts you for no superficial reasons? Where you can walk into Jack's (or another place) and be made to feel a part of the family? Or, to actually be part of the family?
Which brings me to my point about trilogies. Or series. I love them. Adore them. Would only read trilogies if I could get away with it. I've always had a theory that one book just isn't enough to delve into the lives of the characters, assuming it's a good author. By the third book, I'm worn out and done with them. I still love them, but don't want to read anymore about their lives. Something about Robyn Carr's books are different. I hope this series never ends. Have I mentioned yet, that I love the Virgin River books? :)
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