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Book Review"His Other Wife by Deborah Bedford

His Other Wife: A NovelHilary is surviving the aftermath of her divorce from Eric, who seem to wake up one morning
to be with his mistress instead and make  her his new wife.  The main casualty in this quiet war is Seth who,like
most children caught in the middle of  their parent's decisions must learn how to live life without his Dad.Fast forward a few years later Seth is graduating from high school which will force Hilary to come face to face with
ex-husband and his new life.  Will she have the strength to pull through? How will Seth handle the tension that
inevitably comes up?   Something happens that night after graduation the will possible change the course of Seth's life forever.  Will his parents rely on their faith?  

  I found myself sympathetic to Hilary's situation but not necessarily to Hilary the person. The main reason beingI felt like she didn't have enough flaws like most of us have .  She seemed like a martyr.   Now please don't misunderstand me her situation was not something I would wish on anyone.As if the adultery wasn't humiliating enough,but by marrying the other woman may suggest to the whole wide world that the wife left behind was lacking somehow.  The reasons that came up in the context of the story, as to why Pamela the
other woman , would cheat with this man weren't plausible,but inspite of this I was happy overall with the plot and would like to read her other Christian books.  I gave this book 3 and  half stars.

About the author :  Deborah Bedford was born in Texas earned her degree in Journalism and minor in Marketing from Texas A&M University.  After graduation got her first writing gig as Editor of "Evergreen Weekly" a small local paper from (you guessed it) Evergreen,Colorado  One of the things that impressed me
was not only the fact that she published her first book"Touch The Sky"  with Harlequin SuperRomance
after only 5-6 weeks worth of rejections is the fact that she actually gave up a successful 12 year stint to write
Christian fiction instead.  I felt like this was very courageous especially since for 3 years after that she didn't even have a publisher! I applaud anyone willing stand up for what they believe in.


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