I’d almost given up on modern fiction entirely.  The only kind that ever interested me was that which centered around letters (you know how much I love letters!).

I wanted, so badly, for The Notebook to be good.  But I couldn’t get over the explicit scenes.  I thought P.S. I Love You looked cute.  But I didn’t get past the first few chapters.

So I almost didn’t buy The Wednesday Letters at the book sale the other day.

But it was about letters.  And the summary on the back looked promising.  So I decided that for 50 cents, I could at least check out the first chapter and put it on Paperback Swap if I didn’t like it.

I read the first chapter.  And the second.  And the third.  All the way to the last!  Laughing and crying as I went.

I finished it with a sense of wonder.  Had I just read a piece of modern fiction—a New York Times best seller, at that—which not only celebrated marriage, but forgiveness, sexual purity, and the life of an unborn baby as well?

I had!  The Wednesday Letters by Jason F. Wright is still modern fiction—and modern fiction will never top C.S. Lewis or Gene Stratton Porter on my list.  But it was a book about love letters—a book I’ll actually keep on my shelf—a book I was glad to read.  A book that held high values that aren’t really best-sellers any more.  Values we still cherish here at the Little Pink House.

Here’s to writing more books about happy marriages.  Here’s to writing more love letters—on Wednesday or any day that ends in “y”.