I really want to like her books but I am just not that big a Julie Garwood fan. I keep ordering her books hoping one of them will prove why she has so many fans, but other than "Killjoy", I just don't understand the fuss. Her period novels, like "For The Roses" and "Ransom", are always written in an overly simplistic, doe-eyed innocent manner that simply doesn't jive with the storyline. She over-uses phrases such as "S/He really was [insert strange and unnecessary adjective here] and overall, this book reads very awkwardly. The plots are usually very interesting but the execution is just so-so.
As for this particular book, it's a great story about tolerance and different definitions for family.
What a wonderful story about the true meaning of "family". Four young boys find a baby in the trash in New York City so they decide to head west and raise her to be a "proper" young lady. The underlying love throughout this book is a wonderful change of pace. It just goes to show you that you don't have to be blood related to have a family. I recommend this book highly.