City Nurse, Country Love
May 29, 2007
City Nurse, Country Love
Karen Shannon, R.N., was dismayed to hear her sister Rosemary had been hurt in an accident. When the young nurse took a leave of absence from her much-loved city hospital and returned to her small hometown, she was prepared to do everything she could to help Rosemary. But Karen was not prepared to lock horns with Rosemary’s doctor, attractive, arrogant Adam James.
Adam had often teased and embarrassed Karen when she was younger, and now he was even more difficult. For he was warm and charming one moment, making her fall in love with him. But just as she was ready to give up her newfound city life for him, he taunted her with hatred.
Comments
jenny
Oh, I just don’t know. Am I imagining things? At first I thought that it was just the super-short pixie haircut. But then…her sister Rosemary? And then Nurse Karen locks horns with this doctor who “taunted her with hatred.”
There are just too many similarities. I move that we exorcise this nurse book immediately before it begins to have a negative influence on its more naive, vulnerable shelf-mates. All in favor?
jenny
I’m sorry. The above response was entirely uncalled-for, and more than a bit wicked.
You see, I had just been blissfully but absentmindedly commenting to my children that tomorrow was their last day of school, and weren’t they excited, when one of them piped up with, “Yeah, and we only have to go for an hour! We get out at 10:15!”
I’d been envisioning one last, luxurious day as a bonbon-eating, lazy, ineffectual housewife, treating myself to a bitterly celebratory Last Lunch out somewhere followed by a sizeable kip. And now I was facing gleeful, shouting faces rushing at me from the school bus stairs yelling, “No more pencils, no more books!…” or some such ditty, followed by three months of bickering, blasted fiery-hot weather and incessant fights about whose hamster is the cutest, and why can’t I wear a tube top just because I’m only seven, and I fell to my knees sobbing, “Why?! WWWWHHHHHYYYYYY!!”
Thus my less-than-bonhomous mood.
(And yes, I have been consoling myself by lying listless on my bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to P.G. Wodehouse on tape.)