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Secrets of the Heart by Al & Joanna Lacy

So this is going to be a short video, because the my brother's video camera decided to stop accepting memory cards. Also, because of the shortness of time, plus how articulate i am not when it comes to giving a description verbally, I will copy and paste it here:

Kathleen O'Malley Stallworth a mail order bride? Not likely! But the Lord works in mysterious ways. Her parents and siblings died in the great Chicago fire; her husband was killed by a mugger; now her fabulously wealthy in-laws have taken her daughter Megan from her, claiming she's not fit to be a mother. In a newspaper ad for a mail order bride, Kathleen sees a chance to seek revenge on the Stallworth family. Instead, her westward adventure transforms her world and restores her faith. She returns to Chicago to fight for Megan but soon discovers God has prepared a victory she could never have imagined.
Genre: Christian Fiction (very Christian)

I got so fed up with making this, I didn't even care about a disguise anymore. So here I am in all my glory. (None of you had better be from the Chainsaw Massacre. ;) )



Also, something I didn't get to in the video, I thought that the final conflict was resolved to easily. Which is just another reason why it should have been written better.

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  1. That lantern thing is historically accurate as far as I know--that's how the fire really started.

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