When I was 13, Harlequin, Cartland and Regency romances replaced my childhood fairy tales. I devoured them and just as quickly out grew them. There is just one that I kept all this time.
Oh, it is the classic, boy meets girl, boy hates girl, girl hates boy.
They fall in love in spite of or because of that drama and tension.
The difference is the other 90% of the story.
Katriona is a nurse, David is a doctor and they both work at a home for displaced children.
The plot revolves around the sometimes happy and sometimes heartbreaking stories of the children.
The climax involves a flood and a tragedy and yes, I cry every time.
As far as romance goes, this one will always have a special place in my heart.
