I really wish Netflix had stayed true to the book Virgin River so I could reblog quaint/rustic mountain town gifs, with tiny, blonde Hurricane Mel getting her BMW stuck in the mud and stomping around in her Frye boots and 7 for All Mankind Jeans while Hot-Hunting-and-Fishing, log-cabin-and-all-man-Marine-veteran Jack just smirks, remains undramatic, casually takes Surprise Doorstep Baby into his arms and asks Preacher to whip everyone up the best coffee and meal you’ve ever had in your life.
I just...I promise they’re not insane in the book.
















