Book Review: Sunrise on the Battery by Beth Hart







Sunrise on the Battery is a story by Beth Webb Hart.  The main characters are Mary Lynn and Jackson Scoville, a couple who started with nothing and trying to work their way up through the elite Charleston society.  In the midst of all of this, she found herself wishing she could go to church with her three daughters and husband.  She struggles to find a balance to it all, though.  This story is a captivating tale of the Scoville family as they all try to live a perfect life.  For Mary Lynn, that means trading in her small-town roots for high-class tea parties.  For Jackson, it means making sure his daughters had ever have every opportunity that he never had growing up . 

I really liked this story because it was relatable.  Families get so caught up in doing lots of stuff that they often miss what's truly important in life. I thought Hart did a great job developing Jackson's character.  His disgust about anything relating to God  reminds me people in my life.  The sweet innocence of the youngest daughter was refreshing in this story because it provided a nice balance to his teenage issues that Catherine faced.  I loved all the flashback she included to  about small-town life   before moving to Charleston because they added more depth to the characters and story as a whole.   I would recommend this story to anyone looking for a new book to read!  It's raw  and real.  The message still lingers in my mind even though I'm done with it .


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