Something About The Joy

I've escaped happily into a few novels this summer.   This one, which may be my last for the season, is a gentle read, and is pretty much a perfect escape, in spite of the one fatal error I encountered on page 476 of the Readers Digest Condensed version.   The last sentence of the Vicar's sermon was the killer. Here's a rather long but satisfying excerpt from Water, Stone and Heart , by Will North: _____________________ At the top of the Valency valley, Andrew climbed over a stile in a stone wall, walked through the cemetery of St. Juliot's Church, with its lichen-encrusted headstones leaning this way and that, and ducked under its fifteenth-century porch.   He'd been looking forward to this moment.   He wanted to see what [Thomas] Hardy had done during the restoration of the church in the late 1800's.   But when he pushed open the church's heavy oak door, he found a small clutch of parishioners, Lee and Anne included.   A female priest stood at