North Country Nurse
North Country Nurse
Lovely young Mary Loring, her nurse’s training behind her, came home to the north country for two reasons—one, to help the people in this vast wilderness land; the other, locked in her heart, to work with young Dr. Ken Shannon who was coming back here to start his practice.
But when Ken stepped off the plane, beside him was a beautiful, titian-haired bride. Now Mary wanted only to escape — from this man she could never have, from her beloved north country that would always remind her of him.
It took a startling confession from Ken, and a danger-fulled mercy flight with a devil-may-care pilot named Eddie Garrett, to show Mary that she didn’t have to run away—that a girl doesn’t always know the secrets of her own heart…
There’s a lot to love about this book. First, there’s the cover, with Nurse Mary Loring’s crisp white uniform seemingly unaffected by the ash and soot spewing out of the blazing inferno behind her.
Second, the blurb on the back, which gets extra points for the use of the term “titian-haired bride.” (“Titian,” by the way, means “bright golden auburn.” I had to look it up. And let me tell you, it’s a sad day when can’t read the blurb on the back of a romance novel without having to break out the OED.)
But the absolute best thing about this story of a woman who has dedicated her entire life to improving the health and well-being of others is that deep within its nicotine-stained pages is a full-page foldout advertisement for cancer sticks.
Comments
jenny
That’s my Sunday night read, I tell ya. NOBODY gets to borrow it before I do.
Actually, now that I’ve said that, I think that I may already have read this book long, long ago. I begin to suspect that all of the backwoods-high-elevation-remote-logging-regions-filled-with-kindhearted-hillbillies -and-rife-with- hearty/handsome/mysterious-intense-young-forest-hermits nurse romances are starting to run together into a sludgy mush deep within the recesses of my brain. Or–more likely–somewhere in the markedly shallower recesses of my brain. Like where all of the episodes of “Love Boat” I ever watched were dumped, and where the lyrics to “Karma Chameleon” lie interred [hopefully forever].
ames
If you had to look up the definition of “titian,” you obviously were never a fourth-grade girl. Every fourth-grade girl who has ever cracked open a Nancy Drew book knows exactly what “titian” means, although she probably mispronounces it in her head until she takes Humanities 101 in college.
Just on a side note: I’ve been vacillating between keeping my hair short and growing it out once again. The fact Mary Loring (aka North Country Nurse) and I share identical hairstyles has made my decision for me.