Esther Ashton's New Dress by Kellyn Roth {Book Review}

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~ Description 

Recently-orphaned Esther Ashton doesn’t expect much from Christmas with her brother away fighting in the South Pacific, her sister-in-law hospitalized with a new baby, and her job at the department store providing little to no profit. Will Esther have any sort of a Christmas or will it be another dud?

Esther Ashton’s New Dress, a Christmas short story, is sure to delight any fan of Christmas, the 1940s, and brevity. 



~ My Rating 
5 stars 


~ My Review 

EEPS, such a sweet little WWII story! :D

This weekend, I jumped at the chance to review this short story by an indie author. I ended up reading it the same night, and I really enjoyed it! 

At first, I wasn't really sure where the story was going (especially since it only had a couple of pages to play-out), but as soon as scene-two happened, I caught on. And the story was just so precious and sweet! <3

The WWII feel was very well done, and I just wanted to stay and hang out longer with these characters. Definitely recommended if you like WWII stories or Christmas stories in general! :D

**I recieved an e-copy of this short story from the author in exchange for my honest review.** 

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