Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Mind of Her Own

Title: MIND OF HER OWN
Author: Diana Lesire Brandmeyer
Publisher: Tyndale
July 2015
ISBN:   978-1496401281
Genre: Contemporary / Women’s fiction

If only she could cook like Emeril, she might have a chance to win back her  husband’s love—or at least his presence at the table.

Who knew making dinner could change your life? Louisa Copeland certainly didn’t. But when the George Foreman grill falls out of the pantry onto her head, resulting in a bump and a mighty case of amnesia, Louisa’s life takes a turn for the unexpected. Who is this Collin fellow, claiming she is his wife? And whose kids are those? Her name can’t be Louisa. Why, she is the renowned romance writer Jazz Sweet, not a Midwestern mom of three. Struggling to put the pieces together of the life she’s told she had, Louisa/Jazz may realize that some memories are better left alone.

MIND OF HER OWN is Ms. Brandmeyer’s debut contemporary as far as I know. I read part of this story in its beginning stages, and always wondered if she finished writing it and how it turned out. I was thrilled to get a copy of the book to review so I could see what happened.

In a way, this is every woman’s story. The ones who marry and become what their husbands need/want. They stop having fun and become housewives and moms, devoid of their own personalities. I know as a pastor’s wife people try to force me into a mold. In some ways, I have given in. In others, I have fought to keep me alive.

I loved this story, and am so glad Ms. Brandmeyer finished it and it found a home. It was a great story. Very real, heartbreaking, and yet inspiring. I’m glad it worked out the way it did.

Though I wonder about the wisdom of keeping a pail of sand near a laptop.

Recommended.

4 stars. Available in ebook and paperback. 352  pages.



I obtained this book from the publisher in exchange for my honest review. 

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