Book Review: Moments We Forget
Last year, when I read the first book in this series, I was intrigued. It was a story I could relate to. The sisters did not always get along and life was not picture perfect. When I finished the book, I definitely wanted to continue my journey with the Thatcher sisters.
In Moments We Forget, we pick back up with Jillian Thatcher. She is the true middle sister and has just begun her journey to recovery after being diagnosed with cancer. Additionally, she has also just started her life with her now husband, Geoff. Through all of this, there are many unforeseen circumstances that arise and challenge the life she desires to lead. Her story, as well as her sisters' stories, are stories of trial and triumph, fear and faith.
Overall, I enjoyed this book. Beth Vogt does an excellent job of making her characters relatable. Her writing draws the reader in and makes you feel as if you are a part of the characters' lives. In the end, I would absolutely recommend this book. If you have the opportunity, pick this book up and give it a try!
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"I had half an hour, no more than that, to get my life in order so my sisters would never suspect
how unprepared I was for this morning.
I kicked the back door shut, dumping the plastic grocery bags onto the kitchen counter, easing
the ache in my arms. If Johanna were hosting this morning, she’d have something homemade
baking in her oven, the appealing aroma filling her immaculate kitchen.
Well, one thing was for certain—I was not Johanna.
Winston’s frantic barks sounded from upstairs. Seconds later, he was scampering around my
feet, his sudden appearance meaning I’d forgotten to lock him in his kennel. Again.
“Bad dog.” A halfhearted reprimand. “You’re not supposed to be down here.”
I pulled items from the plastic bags. Please don’t let me have forgotten anything during my
mad dash through the grocery store.
Cream for Johanna’s and my coffee—although she was going to have to make do with my
Keurig coffeemaker, not French press.
A small box of sugar so Payton could enjoy her coffee with the preferred three heaping
spoonfuls per cup.
A premade fruit salad.
Nothing fancy. But at least I wouldn’t look like a complete failure.
I suppose to a casual observer, Johanna, Payton, and I—the three remaining Thatcher
sisters—appeared successful. And yet, while we might claim certain professional and romantic
achievements, we still struggled to find our way as sisters.
At times Pepper’s words—the ones Payton had shared with Johanna and me several months
ago—seemed more of a taunt than an encouragement.
“Sometimes you just have to forget all the other stuff and remember we’re sisters.”
Shouldn’t a role you acquired at birth be simple? Something you learned to do, along with
walking and talking and navigating adolescence?
But then Pepper’s death at sixteen splintered our already-precarious bonds.
I selected three mugs from a kitchen cupboard. This was no time to try to unravel the
complicated dynamics between me, Johanna, and Payton—not when they’d be here any minute.
And not with so much riding on this morning.
It’s funny how much hope people put into a cup of coffee.
Social media—Facebook and Instagram and Twitter and Pinterest and even millions of
people’s text messages around the world—overflow daily with memes and GIFs lauding the
miracle qualities of coffee.
Coffee is the gasoline of life.
All I need is coffee and mascara.
Behind every successful person is a substantial amount of coffee.
I drink coffee for your protection.
Drink coffee and do good.
And now . . . now coffee would be the glue that bonded the three of us together."
~ Moments We Forget
Beth K. Vogt
*I received this book for free in exchange for my honest review and my participation in a book blitz.