13th Annual VNRN Awards

Lucky 13 finds us back here again, to bestow wreaths and booby prizes to the books that made us sit up and take notice this year, for better and for worse. I have to start with Betty Neels, who, with her fourth Best Book award this year, has netted that honor with all four of her books I’ve reviewed.  She’s going to find herself a tough act to follow, so stay tuned to find out what happens with her next review, as she will surely have at least one in 2026! Doris Knight has a similar winning streak but in the more dubious direction, as reviews of the two books we have met here have both captured Worst Book awards. She’s another author I will be sure to pick up next year, to see if she, too, can continue her unfortunate trend. 

As for the rest of the crowd, Teresa Hyde Phillips was a short story writer who penned just one novel, and it has captured the top spot on the Best Books this list. It is a pity that there will be no more of her works to enjoy! Some long-time favorite authors also step into the spotlight, as witty Dorothy Fletcher nabbed her sixth Best Book award and Adela Maritano, AKA the fabulous Jane Converse, won her fifth. Peggy Gaddis also proves herself a schizophrenic writer, winning in both Best and Worst Books category this year—the second time she’d achieved this unusual feat. And Dan Ross, a C+ average writer, gave us one of his worst, so be sure to miss that one.

If you’re not a fan of statistics, you can skip this part: This year’s award recipients were taken from the 24 books I reviewed this year, penned by 23 different authors. The Best and Worst Authors categories include all the VNRNs reviewed for this blog (605 to date!), but only authors with more than one review are invited to participate.

Best Books
The Prodigal Nurse by Teresa Hyde Phillips
Tabitha in Moonlight by Betty Neels    
Society Nurse by Jane Converse (pseud. Adela Maritano)
Starring Suzanne Carteret, RN by Diane Frazer (pseud. Dorothy Fletcher)
Nurse at Ste. Monique by Juliet Armstrong
Nurse at the Cedars by Peggy Gaddis
Dr. Garrett’s Girl by Miriam Lynch
Hospital of Bamboo by Juliet Shore (pseud. Jan Haye)

Worst Books
Nurse of the Crystalline Valley by Mary Collins Dunne
Nurse Felicity by Peggy Dern (pseud. Peggy Gaddis)
Backstage Nurse by Jane Rossiter (pseud. W.E. Dan Ross)
Runaway Nurse by Doris Knight

Best Quotes
“Relax, Merrill. I’ve had breakfast, and I rarely gobble up nurses before lunch. You are perfectly safe.” Nurse at the Cedars by Peggy Gaddis

“What happened to that darling little girl who had bubonic plague? I didn’t hear any more after she left Pediatrics.” Nurse Kelly’s Crusade by Nell Marr Dean

“There are days when I hate it all—when I want to chuck it and get into something easier and—well—less smelly.” West End Nurse by Lucy Agnes Hancock

“There’s two schools of thought about raising kids. One was to bring ’em up the way they ought to be; and the other was just to let the FBI handle it later on.” Nurse at the Cedars by Peggy Gaddis

“You have spunk, Jane, as well as a fertile imagination, and those qualities I admire in a woman. That and a nice little body.” Nurse in Danger by Maisie Greig

“I’m going uptown to get some mushrooms, Mary.” West End Nurse by Lucy Agnes Hancock

“You’re a beautiful girl. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have run me over.” Runaway Nurse by Doris Knight

“I’m a Harvard man. I wouldn’t get myself seriously shot outside a lady’s boudoir.” The Prodigal Nurse by Teresa Hyde Phillips

“Sassy redheads are my dish. Watch out you don’t share the fate of Red Riding Hood’s grandmother.” West End Nurse by Lucy Agnes Hancock

“What I’d like to do, Meredith thought grimly, is pull that dyed hair out by its roots.” Nurse of the Crystalline Valley by Mary Collins Dunne

Best Covers
Nurse Brookes by Kate Norway (psued. Olive Norton)
Nurse Felicity by Peggy Dern (pseud. Peggy Gaddis)
Society Nurse by Jane Converse (pseud. Adela Maritano)
    Illustration by Allan Kass
Starring Suzanne Carteret, RN by Diane Frazer (pseud. Dorothy Fletcher)
    Illustration by Harry Bennett
West End Nurse by Lucy Agnes Hancock

Best Writers
1. Ida Cook (3.9 average based on 3 reviews)
1. Noreen Ford (3.9 average based on 2 reviews)
3. Faith Baldwin (3.8 average based on 4 reviews)
4. Marjorie Lewty (3.7 average based on 3 reviews)
5. Marguerite Mooers Marshall (3.6 average based on 5 reviews)
5. Marjorie Moore (3.6 average based on 3 reviews)
5. Betty Neels (3.6 average based on 4 reviews)
8. Irene Mossop Swatridge (3.5 average based on 4 reviews)
9. Olive Norton (3.4 average based on 11 reviews)
9. Elizabeth Seifert (3.4 average based on 3 reviews)

Worst Writers
1. Mary Collins Dunne (1.5 average based on 2 reviews)
1. Mary Mann Fletcher (1.5 average based on 2 reviews)
3. Ruth McCarthy Sears (1.6 average based on 6 reviews)
4. Peggy Blocklinger (1.7 average based on 13 reviews)
4. Doris Knight (1.7 average based on 2 reviews)
4. Zillah Macdonald (1.7 average based on 3 reviews)
7. Arlene Fitzgerald (1.9 average based on 6 reviews)
7. Elizabeth Kelly (1.9 average based on 3 reviews)
7. Virginia McDonnell (1.9 average based on 2 reviews)
7. Virginia K. Smiley (1.9 average based on 4 reviews)

A Nurse for Sand Castle

By Arlene Hale, ©1969 

When her doctor fiancé was killed while serving in Vietnam, lovely nurse Leah West wanted only to forget. Gratefully she accepted an assignment to care for a child seriously injured in an auto accident, for it meant going to live in the isolated mansion of Sand Castle, far from painful memories. But soon Leah found it was not that easy to escape. In her appealing, yet tragically embittered young patient, Leah had to meet her greatest test as a nurse. And in the impassioned rivalry for Leah’s affections between the child’s wifeless father, the brilliant and sardonic Alan Saber, and his handsome playboy brother, Hutch, Leah had to face her most agonizing test as a woman.

GRADE: C

BEST QUOTES:
“These days when he went out he went for the sort that could ony be described as a dish.” 

“Why are you so upset over a harmless little kiss?”

“Sometimes the people that need our help most aren’t sick in bed.”

REVIEW:
With A Nurse for Sand Castle, the prolific queen of average writing, Arlene Hale, has churned out another C novel. Here, if you must, you will meet Nurse Leah West, who is tragically mourning the death of her fiancé, Dr. Paul Gardner, killed in the Vietnam War six months previously. As we open the book we watch Leah’s friend Dr Jerry Bartley insist that she leave Grover City Hospital to recover from her “nerve exhaustion,” telling her, “You need to fall in love again.” And so she sets off on an assignment to nurse six-year-old Sarajane Saber, who wears leg braces and requires crutches after a car crash a year ago.

Sarahjane and her father Alan had returned to the family mansion, Sand Castle, located on the beach, three weeks before Leah was hired by Alan’s brother Hutch to care for the little waif. Alan is a painter, and spends all his time in one of the turrets working, drinking, and staring at a portait of his wife Celia, who is never to be discussed, apparently killed in the car crash. Hutch also has his issues, and is livid with his brother for abandoning his daughter—he only spends time with her twice in the book, once when the child is seriously ill and once when Leah insists that he come on a picnic with them, and when she crawls up the steps to his attic studio and asks to be let in. “How many times have I told you not to bother me when I’m working?” he shouts before slamming the door in her face. I personally think that’s a pretty serious crime, but Leah thinks there’s more to it than that. “Why hadn’t he done more to help Alan?” Leah wonders. “Why had he allowed some old antagonism from the past to stay between them?”

Needless to say, despite Leah’s crushed heart, she is soon kissing both Alan and Hutch—though it must be confessed that Hutch actually just grabs her the first time—and also threatening to walk off the job, even packing and booking a plane ticket, when Alan tells her, “Do you think that you’re doing your job as well as you could? I don’t. Because you’re holding back part of your heart. You’ve got it all locked up for Paul—a dead man!”

Eventually Leah has little Sarahjane walking again, and all the pathetic, obvious secrets everyone has been carrying are turned face up on the table. Everything winds up exactly as you knew it would, with several characters staging wildly unbelievable about-faces in their personalities, and now we can close a dull novel with no interesting character and little plot. When the only interesting feature is that Hutch has quit smoking and instead eats apples, always tossing one to Leah and her “fielded it expertly,” it’s not a promising sign. Next time you meet a book by Arlene Hale, take my advice and give it the cold shoulder, because it won’t give you much, either.

Society Nurse

By Jane Converse
(pseud. Adela Maritano), ©1975
Cover illustration by Allan Kass 

Love sick. That’s what pretty Nurse Nina Bateman was, though she knew handsome, wealthy, dedicated Doctor Mark Danover was way out of her league. Then Mark asked her to take a private case, caring for a beautiful young heiress, Cindy Calvert, who happened to be Mark’s next-door neighbor. Was he looking for a competent nurse, or, as his manner suggested, was there something more behind Mark’s request? Everything seemed wonderful, until Nina met Cindy and her domineering mother. Nina realized before introductions were over that she couldn’t stand the haughty Mrs. Calvert. And what was worse, Mrs. Calvert made it obvious she thought Mark would make the perfect husband for Cindy! How could Nina compete for her heart’s desire against the ambitious scheming of her lovely young patient’s overpowering mother?

GRADE: A-

BEST QUOTES:
“I’m surprised at you. I thought that line went out with starched collars and the five-cent cup of coffee.” 

“A man who told you that he loved you should also believe in you.”

“I was furious. Hurt and furious about you letting that creep make a pass at you.”

REVIEW:
Some authors inspire certain feelings the minute you pull one of their books off the shelf. Jeanne Judson inspires a contented smile, Peggy Gaddis an exasperated sigh, and Jane Converse an anticipatory giggle. And when we have her Society Nurse open before us, we will giggle aplenty. Nurse Nina Bateman lives with her unloving mother in a rundown section of Chicago’s North Side, where she works at a clinic for the downtrodden.  There, two glorious afternoons a week, the godlike Dr. Mark Danover, who lives in a different sort of North Shore suburb, comes to work for free at the clinic, but he is not the sort to brag; “He was doing something he wanted to do and saw no reason to be praised for doing it.” So yes, Nina is in love with Dr. Mark, but “there was no encouragement to be found in his warm smiles, his thoughtful gestures, or even from his complimentary remark,” because “he was uniformly pleasant to everyone.” A rare find in a VNRN, a love interest who is genuinely a good man. Sigh … 

One day, though, Nina and Mark get to talking after a long, hard day, when she reveals she is one of the kids from the ’hood, and that she spends most of her evenings home alone with a book. “Nina thrust her chin up in the air. ‘I happen to like good books.’” And I happen to like Nina! Naturally Mark seems to, too, and asks her out to dinner—and then ruins it by saying he wanted to talk to her about a private case he’s hoping she’ll take on because the patient is a 17-year-old girl with diabetes, and Nina is so well-versed in endocrinology. Also, the patient is a very special friend of Mark’s, and his next-door neighbor. Of course she agrees, thinking she’s likely to see him more often—but the case turns out to be more than she expected.

Poor little rich girl Cindy Calvert is the sweetest little naif with a penchant for saying things like, “Oh, wow, Miss Bateman!” Cindy also has a penchant for Dave Tolson, another poor kid who is putting himself through medical school by mowing Dr. Mark’s lawn—how quaint! But Cindy’s mother Faye is one of those classic divas with “dark eyelashes that were too long and too upswept to belong to their present owner,” who “surveyed Nina as though she were examining a somewhat questionable pot roast.” The only reason Nina gets the job is that she is recommended by Dr. Mark, and Faye has her eye on Dr. Mark as the future Mr. Cindy Calvert, though he clearly has nothing but avuncular feelings for the young girl almost half his age.

So in moves Nina, where she has front row seats to witness Faye’s attempts to “keep Cindy in a state of perpetual childhood,” forbidding her to leave the house, exercise, see friends or especially that Dave Tolson, all because of her disease. “Yet, if anyone who lived here was sick, it was the woman who had made a bright, aesthetically lovely, completely lovable girl see herself as a burden—someone to be ashamed of.” Nina spends her days counting the calories in Cindy’s diet, measuring out and delivering insulin shots, testing blood sugar, and trying to instill a spine into sad, brainwashed Cindy, who is gushingly grateful to the mother who is trying to convince her that she’s “a burden, she should be grateful that people cared about her at all. It had taken years of conditioning to make the girl accept this self-effacing state; the results would not be undone in a few short conversations with a newly engaged R.N.” But liberate Cindy is what Nina cannot help but try to do, and spends afternoons giving her pep talks about her rights.

Needless to say, Nina soon tangles with the imperious Faye, who has told the household staff to tell Cindy’s beau Dave that she’s not available when he calls, but Nina has answered the phone and passed it to Cindy. Summoned to Faye’s lair for a scolding, Nina tries to explain that relationships are good for Cindy, but Faye calls out Nina (somewhat rightly) for overstepping what she knows to be the rules in a house where she is only an employee. Nina, bless her, stands up for herself, saying, “I don’t consider myself a member of your household staff, Mrs. Calvert. I have a degree in nursing. I’d like to be respected as a professional.” Unfortunately, the conversation goes south from there, as Faye calls Nina “common, cheap, conniving” and Nina shouts, “You’re the coldest, the cruelest, the most selfish excuse for a human being I’ve ever met!” And guess who is walking through the door at that moment?

Mark is appropriately shocked. “Frankly, I’m astonished. Name calling! It seems so beneath you,” he tells Nina, but to keep Cindy from falling to pieces at losing one person in her life who cares about her, he convinces the shouting women to give it another try. “If I make any radical changes now, Cindy is liable to run off with that absurd thing with the freckles,” acquiesces the gracious Faye. But it isn’t long before the ladies are back at it, as Faye starts preaching the gospel that her young, gold-digging boyfriend, Reverend Ronald Perry, espouses—that you can cure disease with your mind. (The ever-sassy Nina remarks, when he attempts to sell her his snake-oil theories, “You don’t mind if they keep the surgical wards at County open? A ruptured appendix can be such a nuisance to someone who doesn’t know all you do.”) Faye follows this up by insisting that Nina reveal her true colors—that she’s angling to win Mark for herself. Nina has just admitted that she’s in love with Mark when the man himself walks in—what a knack he has for showing up at awkward moments! He asks Nina if it’s true, and good for her, she replies, “That I love you? I’m not ashamed of that. What if I do?”

Of course it turns out that he loves her too, and there’s a lot of smooching then. But true love never sails smooth in a vintage nurse romance novel, and soon the boyfriend Ronald is assaulting Nina just as Faye walks in—obviously taking lessons from Mark about when to make an entrance. Ron, unphased, tries to salvage what woman he can by insisting, “You must have enjoyed that as much as I did,” to which Nina replies, “I haven’t been so thrilled since my dentist told me I’d have to have root canal work.” But Faye runs straight to Mark, who refuses to hear what Nina has to say about what happened, and she is promptly fired by the cold-faced pair.

Then she’s back working at the old clinic when a stricken Dave Tolson turns up, telling Nina that Mark is out of town at a conference and he is sure that Faye has fired the new nurse and embarked Cindy on a faith-healing treatment plan prescribed by Ronald, and he’s certain that Cindy has lapsed into a diabetic coma. Off sprints Nina to the rescue—will she get there in time? And if she manages to save Cindy, can she cure Mark of his stupidity as well?

Of course she can—she’s a smart, strong, spicy Jane Converse heroine. The writing is sprinkled with Jane Converse’s excellent bon mots, and the characters are enjoyable. If Faye Calvert is too easily dismissed as “whacked out” and insane—it would have been less simplistic and condescending to deal with her as what she is, a deeply troubled, insecure woman who would imperil her daughter to try to keep her man, and there are plenty of people like that in the world—that’s the biggest flaw of an otherwise thoroughly enjoyable book.

Arctic Nurse

By Elizabeth Gilzean, ©1963

Staff Nurse Sharon Lindsay’s crusading zeal lands her in trouble at St. Mary’s Hospital—and her sudden departure for a nursing post in the Arctic seems too much of a coincidence. Though she longs to prove her worth, Sharon is bewildered by conditions in a land of ice and snow, where the greatest heat is generated by her clashes with Doctor Ross Clarke—that unbearably rude man who insists on believing the worst of her!

GRADE: B-

BEST QUOTES:
“I think I’ll find myself a nice long illness so you can nurse me. How about it?” 

“A pretty face is something of a treat.”

REVIEW:
Nurse Sharon Lindsay, who has always fought against unfairness since she was a small child, has gotten herself into hot water by attending a rally in Trafalgar Square organized by the unions, who are pushing for better pay for nurses. “It wasn’t that she had taken up nursing for the money attached to it,  but when it came to getting less in her pay packet than the ward maid did—well, it hurt one’s pride.” She should also be fighting against a system that dictates what she is allowed to do in her allegedly free time, but that’s a cause for another day, because after a scolding from the Matron, Sharon is sentenced to a month of night duty. 

That same evening, she attends a lecture about life in the far north, and when she comes home, she has signed up for a year’s tour of duty in the Arctic—so much for standing up for unfairness. Soon she’s on the plane, landing on Baffin Island in the Canadian territory Nunavut. There she meets the grumpiest jerk in the entire Arctic Circle, Dr. Ross Clarke, who starts out being a complete dick and never relents until the final chapters. “You’re not only a nuisance but a menace! I suppose you’re hoping to overwhelm us northern types with your glamour. You’re wasting your time, I can tell you,” he says at their first meeting, and pretty much everything else he says to Sharon is more of the same.

When Sharon arrives at Cape Mercy, where she is to be working, it turns out that there is only a first aid station, where patients are few and far between, and those that they get usually only stop over briefly on their way to get real medical care further south. Ella Emerson, wife of the local missionary and mother to six living children—one died of polio—divulges that they wanted a nurse to deliver babies (Sharon has had no experience with that) and because “if you must really know, I got desperate for another woman to talk to.” So in her time in the Arctic Sharon does very little nursing, as the two Inuit (called Eskimo in the book) patients seem to largely care for themselves in the week or two they are in residence, with few visits from doctor or nurse.

Of course, social entanglements abound. The young daughter of the French-Canadian mine boss, Ariel, is furiously jealous of Sharon the minute she arrives, as she is apparently worried that the scathing Ross might be lured away by Sharon’s bumbling ignorance. But it’s Ariel’s widower father, Marcel, who puts the moves on, and the book takes the curious attitude that women should know how to fend off gropers. “Hasn’t anyone taught you how to keep a man like that at a distance?” Ella asks after rescuing Sharon from being “pawed.” Then Sharon’s ex-boyfriend, Dr. Alistair Gaskell, who was never actually told that he’s an ex, shows up, complicating Sharon’s life further.

One of the problems with this book is that Sharon falls in love with one of the most horrid characters I’ve met in a VNRN, a man who is incessantly rude up to the page where he kisses and proposes at the same time. When Sharon tells him, “We don’t really know one another yet,” he answers, “Not know one another yet? When I’ve had you in my thoughts ever since you arrived!” as if that is in any way relevant—and then he spends the next few weeks deliberately keeping away from her, which is apparently supposed to spur her affections or deepen their relationship in some way.

The other problem, one that should not be difficult to anticipate, is the racism toward the Inuit characters. One young man, Itsawik, is the product of “a charming Eskimo custom,” in which “if an Eskimo thinks very highly of a friend, whether he’s another Eskimo or a white man for that matter, he will lend him his wife,” and now Itsawik, being half white and half Inuit, “had failed to find a place in either of his worlds”—though it is confessed that the white population won’t accept him as an equal. I will, therefore, be making a donation to Tungasuvvingat Inuit, a nonprofit service provider for Inuit people in Ontario, in a small attempt to atone for the sins of this book, or at least mine in publicizing it.

The upside to this book is that as far as armchair travel goes, it is outstanding. Elizabeth Gilzean was born in Quebec and grew up in British Columbia, qualifying as a nurse at age 21 and working in Canada before moving to England and also working there as a nurse, while beginning to write romance novels in 1958 at age 45. I have to wonder if she herself didn’t spend some time working as a nurse in the Arctic Circle, the depictions of life and the world there are so detailed. It must be confessed that the six books of hers that I have read have earned her a C+ average, though she is capable of some excellent writing, as in Doctor Sara Comes Home and Next Patient, Doctor Anne. If this book is problematic in some ways, it also is not a complete loss, even if the cover absolutely is.

Nurse Kelly’s Crusade

By Nell Marr Dean, ©1969

Beautiful Kelly Jarman was a dedicated nurse, but she was also a young woman in love. And now her heart was torn between her professional pride and her personal emotions. At Harbor Hospital in San Francisco where Kelly worked, she led the demands of nurses for better pay and greater recognition—demands that handsome intern Cass Sterling looked upon with scornful disapproval. Kelly could not stop loving Cass, but she could not desert a cause in which she deeply believed. Nor was her decision made easier when jet pilot Marty Randolph offered to take her away from this scene of heartache. It took a shattering crisis, and a dramatic hospital battle against disaster, to show Kelly the way out of her painful dilemma, and into the arms of the man who was right for her.

GRADE: C

BEST QUOTES:
“What happened to that darling little girl who had bubonic plague, I didn’t hear any more after she left Pediatrics.” 

“We think it’s marvelous that you have two men chasing you.”

REVIEW:
Kelly Jarman works in San Francisco but commutes to her home in Menlo Park, here surprisingly located across the freeway from the San Francisco airport (in reality it’s 20 miles south of SFO), where she lives with her two lively roommates, while her younger sister Babs—newly divorced with a one-year-old son—lives nearby. It’s not clear what Kelly’s titular “crusade” is, because though the nurses are planning a mass resignation from their jobs to get a pay differential for nights and weekends and Kelly is going along with the idea, she’s not really involved in any part of the organization of the effort. She does crusade hard to discourage Babs, however, from opening a makeup and jewelry store, believing that Babs doesn’t have the brains or perseverance to make it work, to the point that she moves to Telegraph Hill in the city so she won’t be around to help with the bookkeeping or manning the store on occasion. Not sure if that’s the most admirable cause to be working for, but maybe that’s just me.

Neither does Kelly seem very interested in the men she is dating: airline pilot Marty Randolph, who takes her out every week or so when he’s laying over in San Francisco, or Dr. Cass Sterling, the intern who has years to go before he can start paying off his medical school debts, not to mention a likely two-year stint in the Army. When Cass tells her he doesn’t have the money to marry her, she suddenly decides “she was only a convenient date” and snaps, “Whatever made you think I was interested in marriage? What’s between us but a few dates?” So Cass, surprisingly thin-skinned, stops calling.

Meanwhile, Marty flies Kelly to Texas, where he is planning on starting a small airline company—and fickle Kelly thinks this expensive venture is a way better idea than Babs’: “With you and Dave so much in love with flying, your venture should get off to a good start. I’ll admit it takes vision to make dreams come true.” And capital, marketing plans, an accountant, FAA paperwork—Babs took a class and studied her brains out, but Kelly still thinks her sister is wasting the legacy that their (of course) dead parents left her—until a man who knows how to put up shelving starts hanging around the store. “He’s what Babs needs—a man who will never kill her spirit but who will give her only so much rein,” Kelly says—not realizing that she herself has given Babs no rein at all while constantly trying to kill her dream. Seems like it’s all about the gender of the dreamer with Kelly. And while she’s “appalled” that Babs is spending her money on a business, when Marty says he can’t marry Kelly due to lack of funding, Kelly is quick to offer Marty her own money, knowing less about his business plan and character than she did about Babs’. Kelly may not have a crusade, but she does have hypocrisy in spades!

Then there’s a huge ship accident just outside San Francisco Bay, and Kelly curiously decides that her best course of action would be to drive to Fisherman’s Wharf and get on a fishing boat heading out to rescue survivors—because a nurse with no supplies on a boat is going to be so much help out there instead of in the emergency department—the walkout has kept her steadfast in refusing to go to the hospital where she could be of real help—and who should climb into the same boat but Cass Sterling? When she tells him she thinks she’s should instead to go to the hospital to help out there during the emergency, he barks, “You little bonehead, you’re doing nothing of the sort. You’re going to stand by your convictions. You believed in resignation once. You believe in it now.” Um, because a mass casualty changes nothing, even temporarily? “She was glad that he had such a way of making things seem all right,” after his persuasive, intelligent, respectful argument.

Of course you know Cass somehow recovers from his concerns about money and proposes—guess who Kelly has been in love with all this time?—and never mind that her salary and legacy never come up as a solution to Cass’s financial problems in her conversation with him they way they did when Marty proposed—why is a single nurse’s money never a consideration to a doctor who “can’t afford” to marry when they are both financially capable of feeding and housing themselves independently?

The best thing about this book is the armchair travel in San Francisco—Gumps, North Beach, Broadway and its “tasteless” clubs, Telegraph Hill. But the main characters have no sense—even Kelly’s roommate enlists in the Air Force apparently to convince her unsteady boyfriend to propose—so if the book is a quick, easy read, the advantage there is that it will be over so much the sooner.

Dr. Garrett’s Girl

By Miriam Lynch, ©1970 

Why did the name of Dr. Kennett Garrett turn every face hostile, and seal all lips? Lovely young nurse Julie Garrett desperately wanted to find out. For she was Dr. Garrett’s daughter, too young to have really known him, when he died, and now back for the first time in the closely knit New England town where he had practiced. Quickly Julie found work in the office of Dr. Robert MacDougall. Soon she had lost her heart to the handsome young physician, and earned the hatred of the beautiful, willful woman who wanted him for her own. But the trials of love paled beside the threat of terror as a shadowy figure tried to force Julie to give up her search for the key that would unlock the doors of mystery that surrounded the past—and free her to find happiness with the man of her dreams.

GRADE: B+

BEST QUOTES:
“He could be impatient with middle-aged women with lives of such paucity that they wasted his time and their money with imaginary ailments. Once Julie heard him snap at one of them to stop reading medical columns in magazines and go home and scrub her kitchen floor and thank God for her good health.” 

“He, like all doctors, never wrote anything that could be deciphered without eyestrain and loss of temper.”

“They tell me it’s not cause for gossip these days if a girl goes to a man’s apartment at dinnertime.”

REVIEW:
Julie Garrett is on vacation when she arrives in Riverford, the town in which she spent her first six years, and where her father, Dr. Kenneth Garrett, was the town doctor. She’d wanted to see her early home, but is startled when the proprietor of the shabby and struggling hotel turns her away after she reveals she’s Dr. Garrett’s daughter: “I don’t have a room in the place for you. Just remembered,” he tells her convincingly. Confused, she stumbles into the current doctor’s office and meets Dr. Robert MacDougall and finds that he is “someone she had fashioned in her hopes and dreams.” He, of course—overworked, over-dedicated small-town GP—is clueless about the mystery that makes door after door close in Julie’s face after she accepts Dr. MacDougall’s desperate plea that she accept a job in his overrun office and looks for an apartment to rent, to find only a room in the house of elderly spinster Charlotte Spencer, who is clearly lying to Julia when she denies any knowledge of Dr. Garrett. 

Of course there is the usual rich, evil woman longing to hook Dr. Robert, and she is Flavia Harrison, a widow with a four-year-old diabetic son and heir to the fortune of the Lawrence family, who founded the hospital, school, and even Dr. Garrett’s education. She literally stomps over Julie at their first meeting, as she pushes her way past a room full of patients for an “urgent” confab with the doctor, who seems unable to tell her to take a number. Julie is not able to say no, either, remaining at her job for only the crumbs of attention of the overworked doctor who never has time to thank her for her overtime: “He was completely absorbed in his work, and he evidently saw no reason for praise or comment on her long hours and hard work.”

Then the calls in the night, a rasping voice croaking, “You’re not wanted here,” the letters adorably composed of cutout newspaper letters stating the same, the slashed tires, all convince her that she’s wasting her time pining after a man who cares not for her and who is so clearly in the sights of a very determined woman. On the verge of packing her bags, she meets Craig Farnsworth, Flavia’s brother, and now Julie is the one being chased—taken out every night for dinners and dancing. Robert, damn him, amiably chats up Craig in the office when the young man pops in to wait for Julie at the end of the day, “did not even seem to notice that she had a suitor,” such a cute word!

You can see the natural disaster peeking over the horizon at mid book, so you will not be surprised when it starts to rain. The river, so close to a community of poor folks too proud to ask for help, begins to rise. Curiously, this also coincides with a  huge surge in disease requiring hospitalization, so Julie is sent to help staff the local hospital, where she works about 30 hours straight without sleep or even meals—and for once, no “note of recognition or hostility. She had simply been one of them, working as hard as she could to keep death at bay.”

While on her hospital tour, she cares for an attorney, Martin Balfour, as well as her landlady, Charlotte Spencer, both of whom cough up more than a little pneumonia-associated phlegm as they reveal that they, along with Julie’s father and Eleanora Lawrence, town darling and original heir to the town founder’s fortune, were a firm foursome as young people—one wonders if Charlotte hadn’t been, along with the two young men, in love with Eleanora. More truth unfolds—though it’s hard to see how this will improve Julie’s standing in town—though it is perplexing why she is held responsible to such a high degree for alleged sins of her father, who had died 20 years previously—not much to think about in small towns, apparently—but so too does the truth between Julie and Robert emerge, so there’s half an unsurprising happy ending for you.

Though the writing is not much more than average, I did appreciate this book for the actual surprise, after 500+ nurse novel reviews, this book offered in the reason for Julie’s ostracism, as well as in its climactic scene, in which the motivations and villains are laid bare. If the repercussions—does the villain get away with it, as it seems they will? Will Julie be accepted by the community at last?—and the problem of the heroine falling in love with a man who barely recognizes her existence and who promises only that “although he left her often, he would always come back to her” are left unanswered, overall this is a book with at least a bit of novelty to it that makes it worth reading.

Nurse at the Cedars

 By Peggy Gaddis, ©1964

He took Susan to his private island to be his private nurse. The old gentleman had only two weeks to live when Dr. Scott Murdock gave him a new wonder drug. Then it looked like he might pull through—and Doctor Scott and Nurse Susan began to find they had more than medicine in common. The country doctor had won the heart of the city nurse. But when greedy relatives, who expected their rich uncle to die, found him convalescing instead—real trouble rocked the little island!

GRADE: B+

BEST QUOTES:
“Relax, Merrill. I’ve had breakfast, and I rarely gobble up nurses before lunch. You are perfectly safe.” 

“If just one more white-clad individual comes at me with a treatment tray and a needle big enough to vaccinate a horse, I’m not going to be responsible for my actions!”

“There’s two schools of thought about raising kids. One was to bring ’em up the way they ought to be; and the other was just to let the FBI handle it later on.”

REVIEW:
My copy of this book was sent to me by a reader of this blog, so the first thing I have to say is Thank you Joanne, for thinking of me! Secondly, I am relieved that Peggy Gaddis here has produced something she’s not often capable of—a good book. Here we find Susan Merrill nursing Mr. Cantrell, a rich man of 68 at a hospital in Atlanta when he decides he would prefer to go home to his estate on an island off the coast of Georgia to die—he has subacute bacterial endocarditis (and there’s an overly dense explanation of the disease that seems like it was lifted from a medical textbook for you to wade through) and has two weeks to live. Of course, he’s decided to take Susan with him as his nurse.

There she meets Dr. Scott Murdock, who is called “Dr. Murdock” throughout the book, even during tender scenes between him and Susan. He is an orphan (Susan, of course, is, too) whose education, residency and present clinic in town were all arranged and paid for by Mr. Cantrell, so since the gentleman’s diagnosis he has been burning the midnight oil researching treatments and has come across an experimental medication that might prolong his life by years, and he persuades Mr. Cantrell to try it.

Then the expected happens: Two greedy nephews and a niece show up, hoping to witness their relative expiring before their eyes and leaving them all the dough, and they are not at all pleased to find the old man is recovering! As Susan and Dr. Scott endeavor to cure the old man while protecting him from his family, they naturally and perfunctorily fall in love as the book hits the halfway point, and 14 pages later Susan essentially proposes. “I should have waited for you to propose to me, all formal and everything, I suppose. I guess I—well, sort of jumped the gun, didn’t I?” Given that they’ve only known each other two weeks, um, yes, you did, honey. But it’s actually a nice change from Gaddis’ usual method of the heroine becoming deeply hurt and insulted over her man’s inability to declare a love she has blindly refused to see.

To be honest, not much happens for a bit, though there’s a lot of flurry with the relatives and the insinuation that one of them might resort to murder, but it never comes to that—the old man conveniently drops of a stroke, as you knew he had to. Now there’s just the reading of the will, and you can probably guess the outcome of that scene, which concludes with Susan slapping the niece! Unfortunately this scene occurs only on page 102, and the rest of the book is a bit of a slog, with many characters coming and going from the house and long discussions about the various lawsuits that will follow, but though this does bring the book down somewhat, overall it is still a good one for Gaddis. The heroine really is a strong character who doesn’t metamorphose into a silly kitten the minute her man is near, and indeed when he tries to send her back to Atlanta, she refuses to go and tells him, “Hush trying to give me orders.” Gaddis does like to latch on to words—here someone is speaking “huskily” or “nodding soberly” every page of the first chapter, but she seems to have decided to reach for her thesaurus as the book progresses. Overall, it’s a satisfying achievement for Ms. Gaddis, so if you are curious to see what she can do when she’s firing on most cylinders, Nurse at the Cedars is not a bad opportunity to find out.