The Hope of Hattie Phelan: Vo...

By afkopp

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1886. Hattie Phelan, too sick to work in the factories, moves to live with her distant relatives in Iowa with... More

Dedication
Historical Notice and Disclaimer
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Part Two
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Author's Note

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By afkopp

Hello, readers! My name is A. F. Kopp and I'm a writer (obviously).

Before you delve into this, I want to let you know that this is not the final version of the book. I am actually in the middle of getting the professional edits done so that I can self-publish it. But, while I wait for that tedious process to finish, I thought I would publish this latest draft so you guys can get a taste of what I'm working on. 

Just want to let you know that this book means a lot to me. The characters have been running around in my head for over five years now and I'm so close to getting it done. I've been super perfectionistic about it (too much, in fact), so I'm overcoming my fears and posting it here for you guys. I really hope that these characters touch you as much as it touched me to write them. 

I love you (and so does Jesus)! Jesus is the only reason I'm writing today. Any time I've been ready to give up writing there has been miraculous testimony after testimony of His faithfulness to continue honing my craft. This is for Him!

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