Two Seasons of Romance by Lyn Cote

There are four romances. Two romances happen in summer. The other two romances happen in winter. Although the characters are going through some type of painful struggle, their lives are not hopeless. Hope for the adults are personified in the lives of the children. I could taste the cotton candy eaten by one little boy. The children are not mean spirited about their parents' happiness. They seems to want whatever or whomever will bring happiness to their parents' lives. One woman's husband proved his lack of love and unfaithfulness by stealing all her money before leaving her. A man has lost his wife in death. He is now a young widower.

All of the characters seem to want to reach out to another person. Two Seasons of Romance by Lyn Cote is a pack of short, short stories filled with giving and receiving. Lyn Cote in Two Seasons of Romance describes the beauty of the seasons from eating muskmelon to touching the silk on corn during a Harvest festival. It is easy to feel the author's love for the seasons. The seasons give to us freely and we, if we are like the characters in these short, short stories will want to share freely with someone else. In other words, all are needy for love Maybe it could be said 'love is the reason for these seasons.'booksbylyncote. By the way, this is Christian Fiction. Lyn Cote is one of the wonderful Christian authors.

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