The Choice Paperback - 2010

From the rear cover

Lancaster County has always been her home--but where does her heart belong?

One moment Carrie Weaver was looking forward to running away with Lancaster Barnstormers pitcher Solomon Riehl--plans that included leaving the Amish community where they grew up. The next moment she was staring into a future as broken as her heart. Now, Carrie is faced with a choice. But will this opportunity be all she hoped? Or will this decision, this moment in time, change her life forever?

A tender story of love, forgiveness, and looking below the surface, The Choice uncovers the sweet simplicity of the Amish world--and shows that it's never too late to find your way back to God.


"Fisher's writing brings that Amish sense of peace into your own world. The Choice brings an entirely new perspective to the Amish way of life. You will love it!"--Kristin Billerbeck, author of What a Girl Wants

"A story of endearing characters. . . . Fisher writes with a fresh mix of humor and depth, splashing raw emotion onto the pages. I guarantee your heart will be touched."--Ginger Kolbaba, founding editor of Kyria.com, former editor of Today's Christian Woman, and author of Desperate Pastors' Wives


Suzanne Woods Fisher's interest in the Anabaptist culture can be directly traced to her grandfather, W. D. Benedict, who was raised in the Old Order German Baptist Brethren Church in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne is the author of Amish Peace and lives with her family in California.

From the jacket flap

EXCERPT FROM CATALOG "Did anyone ask where you were this afternoon?" Sol asked her. "No," Carrie answered, still smiling. "Dad and Eli were so excited about purchasing the orchards that it was all anyone was talking about." "Surprised me to see Andy with you. Think that was wise?" "Aw, it was a birthday present for him. He won't tell." Carrie was quiet for a moment. "I won't be here for his actual birthday." Her heart caught for a moment. Sol didn't seem to notice the quiver in her voice. "So we'll tell our folks Sunday afternoon, just like we talked about. On Monday, I'll be on the team bus to Long Island, but you can follow on a Greyhound as soon as you can. I thought we could get married in New York, the day you arrive. How does that sound?" Carrie didn't answer right away. She glanced back at the big white farmhouse. The moonlight shone behind it, casting a bluish hue over it. The night was so quiet and peaceful, the barn and the house filled with sleeping people and animals. An owl hooted once, then twice. Then her eyes caught on a shadowy figure and she gasped. Daniel Miller was sitting on the fence across from the phone shanty, watching her.

Media reviews

Citations

• Library Journal, 11/01/2009, Page 52
• Publishers Weekly, 11/23/2009, Page 40
• Romantic Times, 01/01/2010, Page 72