Honor By Lyn Cote

Honor was a very appropriate title to this book. Honor Penworthy is a young Quaker woman, completely devoted to her Lord and faith. Due some cruel and unfair circumstances she goes from life abundance to being penniless and homelessness. Her stance against slavery, and her desire to free Royale, her maid, costs her a vast inheritance, yet she did not back down. Raised in wealth and sophistication, Honor has no way to support herself. She is at the mercy of a remote relative to take her in. Arriving upon her aunt’s doorstep she finds more challenges. Her aunt is dying, they are caring for her orphaned grandson, and Honor’s cousin, Samuel is a deaf and mute. Having lost his hearing in childhood, he is withdrawn and self-conscious, thinking no one will ever want to be with him. His glass making trade affords him the opportunity to isolate himself even more. It was sad to see how people looked down on those with handicaps, and treated them so poorly.
Not long after her arrival her aunt dies. The only way for Samuel and Honor to survive is to move west. To travel and work together they must be married. There is no love or courting. Honor believes with time she could love Samuel as a husband, but he thwarts it with his lack of self-worth. Although freed, Royale accompanies them with some other servants and Samuel’s nephew.
Nothing in her upbringing prepared her for the difficulties and ruggedness of living out west. She never complains, but just meets each test with courage, kindness, and heavy reliance on God. She faces, danger and hardship most would shrink from. Nothing stands in her way of staying true to the Lord’s principals, not matter what sacrifice she must make.
All the historical details are fascinating on their own, but her work in the Underground Railroad introduced me to things I had never realized were involved in helping runaway slaves. A fascinating historical novel!
I received this book free from Tyndale Publishers. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own.


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