One of the great joys of genre is that you know pretty much basically kinda exactly what you are going to get. If you attend an opera, it is a safe bet that you will hear people singing arias with an orchestra. This is usually a good thing; if you’re in the mood for a Big Mac, you’d be pretty upset if you were given a tofu burrito.
Other times, however, it can be a lot of fun when a work breaks some of the “rules” of its genre. An Amish Courtship is such a book. Don’t get me wrong. It’s an Amish romance. The characters are Amish, the problems are Amish, there is romance. Great. But Ms. Long gives the recipe a twist or two… Continue Reading