I started reading them when I was about seven, and then they would take me about a week to finish.
Now, I'm fifteen, and the books still have as much appeal as they did when I was younger, although now, they only take me about two hours to read.
"Mandie" is a tradition with me. With each book, it seems as though she is still my age. In reality, however, she's only gone through about two years of her life as opposed to my eight.
Each book holds new surprises and new challenges for the young believer. I anticipate each new release, and hope to share them with a daughter of my own some day.
I encourage anyone to share these books with their daughters. The books grow with the reader. When I'm old and grey, I'll still be reading and re-reading the "Mandie" books.
God bless.
This book could have been better. The buried stranger isn't buried until about the end, and Mandie knew who he was because she had met him before. But it's still a good book, although I have been getting a bit tired with mysteries connected with Mandie's Cherokee relatives. But don't get me wrong, this is still a good book. Read it!
