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It was evening when I picked up Evergreen, and it had been a long, stressful day. I settled into the couch and started reading, and with the first few sentences, I felt all the tension my body start to unwind. Not just any book can perform that kind of magic. Rebecca Rasmussen has that kind of gift with words.
On the surface, Evergreen is the tale of a family who sets up housekeeping deep in the Minnesota forest in the 1930s. At its heart, though, Evergreen is a tale about redemption. It’s the saga of three generations of women, and how their lives affect each other, and I know it’ll stay with me for a long, long time.
“You don’t forgive her, do you?” Racina said.
Her dad looked toward the last of the woods, which were green from all the rain. The fields up ahead were green, too. “No,”he said.
Racina touched her cheek. “But I do.”
Her dad looked at the woods a long time before he put his hand back on her knee, before he turned to the road in front of them, before he let out the breath he’d been holding for years, it seemed like, and said, “I guess that means I have to let you go.”