Author: Tessa Afshar
Genre: Christian Fiction, Historical Fiction
Rating: 3 out of 5
Pages: 342
Date Started: 22 November 2022
Date Finished: 25 November 2022
I initially stumbled upon the second part of this book at the library, and realizing that I needed to read the first part before starting it, I picked up this volume to begin the series. The narrative revolves around the cousin of the prophet Nehemiah, who finds herself thrust into the heart of the Persian court. Sarah's life takes an unexpected turn as she works tirelessly, interacts with royalty, and even becomes the queen's favorite scribe. It's an impressive feat for a woman living in a male-dominated world. However, a haunting past has left Sarah grappling with feelings of unworthiness, believing that her accomplishments are the sole measure of her value. Darius Pasargadae, on the other hand, is accustomed to having things his way. As a wealthy and admired aristocrat, he certainly doesn't expect an arranged marriage to a woman who scorns him—the queen's scribe. This book delivers a light and engaging romance, with elements that resonate with young adult cheesy romance. Despite its simplicity, the story is thoroughly enjoyable, with no dull moments to be found. The plot maintains a steady hold on the reader's attention, ensuring that there are no dull scenes to contend with. The characters are endearing and uncomplicated, with Sarah's character standing out as she grapples with self-doubt and a constant need to prove herself. Her journey of learning to trust herself and her faith in a higher power is depicted with finesse. In summary, this book offers an enjoyable and well-written romance that keeps you hooked from start to finish. It captures the essence of faith, self-discovery, and personal growth through the lens of a charming love story.
Favorite lines from the book:
You may fail; I cannot deny it. But if you go through life making every decision based on what is safest, you will look back one day and discover that you have missed out on the best.
I never thought a day would come when almost being devoured by a lion would be the least of my problems.
Persian women attacked facial and body hair like it was an enemy of the empire.
To be at its best, it needs to suffer, yes. And fight.
Pain is part of this life. No one can escape suffering. Not the vine, nor we humans, as you well know, my lady. But what if we are like the vine and that affliction only makes us better?
It was a custom among Persian nobility not to present their sons to their fathers until the age of five. The idea was that should the child sicken or die, the father would be too heartbroken.
This was the nature of life. Loss, grief, sorrow, regret were woven through the fabric of human destiny as uncompromisingly as joy, hope, and fulfillment. If one’s happiness rested only in the capture of one’s dreams, then happiness would prove fickle indeed.
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