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"Home Front is Hannah's crowning achievement." The Huffington Post
In this powerhouse of a novel, Kristin Hannah explores the intimate landscape of a troubled marriage with this provocative and timely portrait of a husband and wife, in love and at war.
All marriages have a breaking point. All families have wounds. All wars have a cost. . . .
Like many couples, Michael and Jolene Zarkades have to face the pressures of everyday lifechildren, careers, bills, choreseven as their twelve-year marriage is falling apart. Then a deployment sends Jolene deep into harm's way and leaves defense attorney Michael at home, unaccustomed to being a single parent to their two girls. As a mother, it agonizes Jolene to leave her family, but as a solider, she has always understood the true meaning of duty. In her letters home, she paints a rose-colored version of her life on the front lines, shielding her family from the truth. But war will change Jolene in ways that none of them could have foreseen. When tragedy strikes, Michael must face his darkest fear and fight a battle of his ownfor everything that matters to his family.
At once a profoundly honest look at modern marriage and a dramatic exploration of the toll war takes on an ordinary American family, Home Front is a story of love, loss, heroism, honor, and ultimately, hope.
"Hannah has written a remarkable tale of duty, love, strength, and hope that is at times poignant and always thoroughly captivating and relevant." Library Journal (starred review)
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About the Author
Kristin Hannah is the New York Times bestselling author of novels including Night Road, Firefly Lane, True Colors and Winter Garden. She was born in Southern California and moved to Western Washington when she was eight. A former lawyer, Hannah started writing when she was pregnant and on bed rest for five months. Writing soon became an obsession, and she has been at it ever since. She is the mother of one son and lives with her husband in the Pacific Northwest and Hawaii.
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By Kristin Hannah
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On her forty-first birthday, as on every other day, Jolene Zarkades woke before the dawn. Careful not to disturb her sleeping husband, she climbed out of bed, dressed in her running clothes, pulled her long blond hair into a ponytail, and went outside.
It was a beautiful, blue-skied spring day. The plum trees that lined her driveway were in full bloom. Tiny pink blossoms floated across the green, green field. Across the street, the Sound was a deep and vibrant blue. The soaring, snow-covered Olympic mountains rose majestically into the sky.
She ran along the beach road for exactly three and a half miles and then turned for home. By the time she returned to her driveway, she was red-faced and breathing hard. On her porch, she picked her way past the mismatched wood and wicker furniture and went into the house, where the rich, tantalizing scent of French roast coffee mingled with the acrid tinge of wood smoke.
The first thing she did was to turn on the TV in the kitchen; it was already set on CNN. As she poured her coffee, she waited impatiently for news on the Iraq war.
No heavy fighting was being reported this morning. No soldiers—or friends—had been killed in the night.
"Thank God," she said. Taking her coffee, she went upstairs, walking past her daughters' bedrooms and toward her own. It was still early. Maybe she would wake Michael with a long, slow kiss. An invitation.
How long had it been since they made love in the morning? How long since they'd made love at all? She couldn't remember. Her birthday seemed a perfect day to change all that. She opened the door. "Michael?"
Their king-sized bed was empty. Unmade. Michael's black tee shirt—the one he slept in—lay in a rumpled heap on the floor. She picked it up and folded it in precise thirds and put it away. "Michael?" she said again, opening the bathroom door. Steam billowed out, clouded her view.
Everything was white—tile, toilet, countertops. The glass shower door was open, revealing the empty tile interior. A damp towel had been thrown carelessly across the tub to dry. Moisture beaded the mirror above the sink.
He must be downstairs already, probably in his office. Or maybe he was planning a little birthday surprise. That was the kind of thing he used to do ...
After a quick shower, she brushed out her long wet hair, then twisted it into a knot at the base of her neck as she stared into the mirror. Her face—like everything about her—was strong and angular: she had high cheekbones and heavy brown brows that accentuated wide-set green eyes and a mouth that was just the slightest bit too big. Most women her age wore makeup and colored their hair, but Jolene didn't have time for any of that. She was fine with the ash-gold blond hair that darkened a shade or two every year and the small collection of lines that had begun to pleat the corners of her eyes.
She put on her flight suit and went to wake up the girls, but their rooms were empty, too.
They were already in the kitchen. Her twelve-year-old daughter, Betsy, was helping her four-year-old sister, Lulu, up to the table. Jolene kissed Lulu's plump pink cheek.
"Happy birthday, Mom," they said together.
Jolene felt a sudden, burning love for these girls and her life. She knew how rare such moments were. How could she not, raised the way she'd been? She turned to her daughters, smiling—beaming, really. "Thanks, girls. It's a beautiful day to turn forty-one."
"That's so old," Lulu said. "Are you sure you're that old?"
Laughing, Jolene opened the fridge. "Where's your dad?"
"He left already," Betsy said.
Jolene turned. "Really?"
"Really," Betsy said, watching her closely.
Jolene forced a smile. "He's probably planning a surprise for me after work. Well. I say we have a party after school. Just the three of us. With cake. What do you say?"
"With cake!" Lulu yelled, clapping her plump hands together.
Jolene could let herself be upset about Michael's forgetfulness, but what would be the point? Happiness was a choice she knew how to make. She chose not to think about the things that bothered her; that way, they disappeared. Besides, Michael's dedication to work was one of the things she admired most about him.
"Mommy, Mommy, play patty-cake!" Lulu cried, bouncing in her seat.
Jolene looked down at her youngest. "Someone loves the word cake."
Lulu raised her hand. "I do. Me!"
Jolene sat down next to Lulu and held out her hands. Her daughter immediately smacked her palms against Jolene's. "Patty-cake, patty-cake, baker's man, make me a ..." Jolene paused, watching Lulu's face light up with expectation.
"Pool!" Lulu said.
"Make me a pool as fast you can. Dig it and scrape it and fill it with blue, and I'll go swimming with my Lu-lu." Jolene gave her daughter one last pat of the hands and then got up to make breakfast. "Go get dressed, Betsy. We leave in thirty minutes."
Precisely on time, Jolene ushered the girls into the car. She drove Lulu to preschool, dropped her off with a fierce kiss, and then drove to the middle school, which sat on the knoll of a huge, grassy hillside. Pulling into the carpool lane, she slowed and came to a stop.
"Do not get out of the car," Betsy said sharply from the shadows of the backseat. "You're wearing your uniform."
"I guess I don't get a pass on my birthday." Jolene glanced at her daughter in the rearview mirror. In the past few months, her lovable, sweet-tempered tomboy had morphed into this hormonal preteen for whom everything was a potential embarrassment—especially a mom who was not sufficiently like the other moms. "Wednesday is career day," she reminded her.
Betsy groaned. "Do you have to come?"
"Your teacher invited me. I promise not to drool or spit."
"That is so not funny. No one cool has a mom in the military. You won't wear your flight suit, will you?"
"It's what I do, Betsy. I think you'd—"
"Whatever." Betsy grabbed up her heavy backpack—not the right one, apparently; yesterday she'd demanded a new one—and climbed out of the car and rushed headlong toward the two girls standing beneath the flagpole. They were what mattered to Betsy these days, those girls, Sierra and Zoe. Betsy cared desperately about fitting in with them. Apparently, a mother who flew helicopters for the Army National Guard was très embarrassing.
As Betsy approached her old friends, they pointedly ignored her, turning their backs on her in unison, like a school of fish darting away from danger.
Jolene tightened her grip on the steering wheel, cursing under her breath.
Betsy looked crestfallen, embarrassed. Her shoulders fell, her chin dropped. She backed away quickly, as if to pretend she'd never really run up to her once-best friends in the first place. Alone, she walked into the school building.
Jolene sat there so long someone honked at her. She felt her daughter's pain keenly. If there was one thing Jolene understood, it was rejection. Hadn't she waited forever for her own parents to love her? She had to teach Betsy to be strong, to choose happiness. No one could hurt you if you didn't let them. A good offense was the best defense.
Finally, she drove away. Bypassing the town's morning traffic, she took the back roads down to Liberty Bay. At the driveway next to her own, she turned in, drove up to the neighboring house—a small white manufactured home tucked next to a car-repair shop—and honked the horn.
Her best friend, Tami Flynn, came out of house, already dressed in her flight suit, with her long black hair coiled into a severe twist. Jolene would swear that not a single wrinkle creased the coffee-colored planes of Tami's broad face. Tami swore it was because of her Native American heritage.
Tami was the sister Jolene had never had. They'd been teenagers when they met—a pair of eighteen-year-old girls who had joined the army because they didn't know what else to do with their lives. Both had qualified for the high school to flight school helicopter-pilot training program.
A passion for flying had brought them together; a shared outlook on life had created a friendship so strong it never wavered. They'd spent ten years in the army together and then moved over to the Guard when marriage—and motherhood—made active duty difficult. Four years after Jolene and Michael moved into the house on Liberty Bay, Tami and Carl had bought the land next door.
Tami and Jolene had even gotten pregnant at the same time, sharing that magical nine months, holding each other's fears in tender hands. Their husbands had nothing in common, so they hadn't become one of those best friends who traveled together with their families, but that was okay with Jolene. What mattered most was that she and Tami were always there for each other. And they were.
I've got your six literally meant that a helicopter was behind you, flying in the six o'clock position. What it really meant was I'm here for you. I've got your back. That was what Jolene had found in the army, and in the Guard, and in Tami.I've got your six.
The Guard had given them the best of both worlds—they got to be full-time moms who still served their country and stayed in the military and flew helicopters. They flew together at least two mornings a week, as well as during their drill weekends. It was the best part-time job on the planet.
Tami climbed into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. "Happy birthday, flygirl."
"Thanks." Jolene grinned. "My day, my music." She cranked up the volume on the CD player and Prince's "Purple Rain" blared through the speakers.
They talked all the way to Tacoma, about everything and nothing; when they weren't talking, they were singing the songs of their youth—Prince, Madonna, Michael Jackson. They passed Camp Murray, home to the Guard, and drove onto Fort Lewis, where the Guard's aircraft were housed.
In the locker room, Jolene retrieved the heavy flight bag full of survival equipment. Slinging it over her shoulder, she followed Tami to the desk, confirmed her additional flight-training period, or AFTP; signed up to be paid; and then headed out to the tarmac, putting on her helmet as she walked.
The crew was already there, readying the Black Hawk for flight. The helicopter looked like a huge bird of prey against the clear blue sky. She nodded to the crew chief, did a quick preflight check of her aircraft, conducted a crew briefing, and then climbed into the left side of the cockpit and took her seat. Tami climbed into the right seat and put on her helmet.
"Overhead switches and circuit breakers, check," Jolene said, powering up the helicopter. The engines roared to life; the huge rotor blades began to move, slowly at first and then rotating fast, with a high-pitched whine.
"Guard ops. Raptor eight-nine, log us off," Jolene said into her mic. Then she switched frequencies. "Tower. Raptor eight-nine, ready for departure."
She began the exquisite balancing act it took to get a helicopter airborne. The aircraft climbed slowly into the air. She worked the controls expertly—her hands and feet in constant motion. They rose into the blue and cloudless sky, where heaven was all around her. Far below, the flowering trees were a spectacular palette of color. A rush of pure adrenaline coursed through her. God, she loved it up here.
"I hear it's your birthday, Chief," said the crew chief, through the comm.
"Damn right it is," Tami said, grinning. "Why do you think she has the controls?"
Jolene grinned at her best friend, loving this feeling, needing it like she needed air to breathe. She didn't care about getting older or getting wrinkles or slowing down. "Forty- one. I can't think of a better way to spend it."
* * *
The small town of Poulsbo, Washington, sat like a pretty little girl along the shores of Liberty Bay. The original settlers had chosen this area because it reminded them of their Nordic homeland, with its cool blue waters, soaring mountains, and lush green hillsides. Years later, those same founding fathers had begun to build their shops along Front Street, embellishing them with Scandinavian touches. There were cutwork rooflines and scrolled decorations everywhere.
According to Zarkades family legend, the decorations had spoken to Michael's mother instantly, who swore that once she walked down Front Street, she knew where she wanted to live. Dozens of quaint stores—including the one his mother owned—sold beautiful, handcrafted knickknacks to tourists.
It was less than ten miles from downtown Seattle, as a crow flew, although those few miles created a pain-in-the-ass commute. Sometime in the past few years, Michael had stopped seeing the Norwegian cuteness of the town and began to notice instead the long and winding drive from his house to the ferry terminal on Bainbridge Island and the stop-and-go midweek traffic.
There were two routes from Poulsbo to Seattle—over land and over water. The drive took two hours. The ferry ride was a thirty-five-minute crossing from the shores of Bainbridge Island to the terminal on Seattle's wharf.
The problem with the ferry was the wait time. To drive your car onboard, you had to be in line early. In the summer, he often rode his bike to work; on rainy days like today—which were so plentiful in the Northwest—he drove. And this had been an especially long winter and a wet spring. Day after gray day, he sat in his Lexus in the parking lot, watching daylight crawl along the wavy surface of the Sound. Then he drove aboard, parked in the bowels of the boat, and went upstairs.
Today, Michael sat on the port side of the boat at a small formica table, with his work spread out in front of him; the Woerner deposition. Post-it notes ran like yellow piano keys along the edges, each one highlighting a statement of questionable veracity made by his client.
Lies. Michael sighed at the thought of undoing the damage. His idealism, once so shiny and bright, had been dulled by years of defending the guilty.
In the past, he would have talked to his dad about it, and his father would have put it all in perspective, reminding Michael that their job made a difference.
We are the last bastion, Michael, you know that—the champions of freedom. Don't let the bad guys break you. We protect the innocent by protecting the guilty. That's how it works.
I could use a few more innocents, Dad.
Couldn't we all? We're all waiting for it ... that case, the one that matters. We know, more than most, how it feels to save someone's life. To make a difference. That's what we do, Michael. Don't lose the faith.
He looked at the empty seat across from him.
It had been eleven months now that he'd ridden to work alone. One day his father had been beside him, hale and hearty and talking about the law he loved, and then he'd been sick. Dying.
He and his father had been partners for almost twenty years, working side by side, and losing him had shaken Michael deeply. He grieved for the time they'd lost; most of all, he felt alone in a way that was new. The loss made him look at his own life, too, and he didn't like what he saw.
Until his father's death, Michael had always felt lucky, happy; now, he didn't.
He wanted to talk to someone about all this, share his loss. But with whom? He couldn't talk to his wife about it. Not Jolene, who believed that happiness was a choice to be made and a smile was a frown turned upside down. Her turbulent, ugly childhood had left her impatient with people who couldn't choose to be happy. Lately, it got on his nerves, all her buoyant it-will-get-better platitudes. Because she'd lost her parents, she thought she understood grief, but she had no idea how it felt to be drowning. How could she? She was Teflon strong.
He tapped his pen on the table and glanced out the window. The Sound was gunmetal gray today, desolate looking, mysterious. A seagull floated past on a current of invisible air, seemingly in suspended animation.
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Table of Contents
Part One: From a Distance,
Part Two: A Soldier's Heart,
Also by Kristin Hannah,
About the Author,
Reading Group Gold,
Reading Group Guide
In the past year, I've been able to "talk" to book groups via speakerphone during their meetings. What a blast! For so long, I wrote books and never really met anyone who had read them. It is such a joy to talk to women from all over the country. We talk about anything and everything-my books, other books, best friends, kids, sisters. You name it, we'll discuss it. So if you belong to a book group and you've chosen Home Front as your pick, please come on over to the Web site and set up a conversation with me. I can't promise to fulfill all the requests, but I will certainly do my best. And don't forget to join me on my blog and/or Facebook. I love talking to readers. The more the merrier!
1. In the prologue of Home Front, we see Jolene's early life and the incident that leads up to her parents' deaths. How does this scene lay the groundwork for her personality and her choices in the remainder of the book?
2. When Michael says, "I don't love you anymore," he wonders fleetingly if he'd said the words so that Jolene would fall apart or cry or say that she was in love with him. What does this internal question reveal about Michael? About Jolene?
3. When Jolene learns of her deployment, she is conflicted. She thinks that she wants to go (to war), but that she doesn't want to leave (her family). Can you understand the dichotomy she is experiencing? Discuss a mother's deployment and what it means from all angles-honor, love, commitment, abandonment. Can you understand a soldier/mother's duty? Do you think it's harder for a mother to leave than a father? Is there a double standard?
4. Jolene and Michael's twelve-year marriage is on the rocks when the novel begins. Did you blame both of them equally for the problems in their relationship? Did your assignment of blame change over the course of the novel?
5. Jolene worries that Betsy will see her deployment as abandonment. Do you agree with this? Think of yourself at Betsy and Seth's age: how would your twelve-year-old self have reacted to your mother going off to war?
6. When Michael sees Jolene for the first time in Germany, he is so overwhelmed by the magnitude of her injuries that he can't be strong for her. He reveals both pity and revulsion. Discuss his reaction. How do you think you would handle a similar situation?
7. At home, Jolene can't cope with her new life. She can't reconcile the woman she used to be with the woman she has become. She wonders how it could be harder to return from war than to fight in it. What does she mean by this? A soldier gets a lot of training and preparation before going to war. Should there be more preparation for returning home?
8. Early in Jolene's homecoming, Mila says: "We all knew how hard it would be to have you gone, but no one told us how hard it would be when you came back." What do you think about this comment? Do we romanticize homecomings and thereby somehow set ourselves up for disappointment? What could her family have done to make Jolene's return an easier transition?
9. At the beginning of her physical therapy, Jolene asks Conny how she is supposed to forget about her injury if it keeps hurting. What does this question reveal about Jolene's personality and her attitude toward her injury? How does this attitude hinder her recovery? How does it help her?
10. Dr. Cornflower describes Jolene as a woman who has spent a lifetime in the Army getting what she wants from a system that doesn't want to give it to her. What does he mean by this? Do you agree? How is a woman's career in the military different from any other career? How is it similar?
11. During the Keller trial, Michael turns in the middle of his opening address to look at Jolene. Why did he choose this very public forum as the time to address the Iraq War with his wife?
12. Although the dire effects of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) are as timeless as war itself, the counseling and support services provided to military men and women returning from war are often insufficient, and the public is often ill-informed about the vast consequences of the disorder. What did you already know about the disorder, and what insights did you gain from reading Home Front?
13. Discuss the various relationships formed between parent and child, from Michael's relationship with his daughters and his grief for his father to Jolene's relationship with Mila. Which struck the most resounding chord for you? Why?
14. On page 175, Jolene thinks about the word "heroes" and all that it means in the shadow of loss. For her, heroes were her fallen comrades. What is the definition of a hero to you? Who is one of your own heroes? How do our heroes reflect our values?
15. This book explores a lot of dramatic situations and powerful emotions. Has reading it changed you in any way? What was the most important thing you learned in reading this book? Who would you like to recommend the book to and why?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I GOT THE BOOK FRIDAY AT 10:00 PM & BY 4:00 AM I WAS FINISHED. (YES I KNOW GET A LIFE LOL ) BUT IT WAS A PAGE TURNER FROM BEGINNING TO END. WAS WORTH THE MONEY BECAUSE AS LONG AS I'M ENJOYING IT I DON'T CARE WHAT IT COSTS. SO IF U WANT A KEEPER TREAT YOUR SELF. HAPPY READING
I've had many of Kristen Hannah's previous books, and I find the same thing over and over again, they're just too sad for me to get through. I read books to "escape" from the real world, but instead, I find myself crying and feeling really sad while reading Hannah. I know a good author makes you feel the emotions, and I keep reading Kristen Hannah because I do love the way she writes, but Home Front and her last release were just entirely too sad for me to read. I need feel good books, but if you don't mind sobbing through a story, then you seriously will love Kristen Hannah. I believe she's a great author, just not necessarily for me.
This is one of the best books I have read!! It was like a movie unfolding through the pages of a book. I am a soldier's wife. I understand some of the things in this book, like the seperation. My husband came home. He is ok and well..... I cried through the entire book.... Maybe because I can relate to the characters. We have friends who suffer from PTSD. It is real, and some of the outcomes were not good. I highly recommend this book!!!! You won't be sorry you read it!!
Saying this is the best book I have ever read, is no small statement. I read an average of 3 books a week and have for many years. However, no book has ever had me in tears from almost the beginning, all the way to the end. If you don't like emotional books, this is not for you. But if you like to read a story that seems so real, with characters so genuine, than you must read this!!!
This book was a wonderful read! It is so perfect for the non-military people to see what our military families sacrifice for our freedom.
Kristan hannah writes emotional, moving and educational books. I learned alot, never fully realized the hardships and sacrifices of the military families.... great characters, pertinent complex real life situations.... kristan hannah has not disappointed us ...another great book by our favorite author!
Hard to put down beginning to end! I laughed & cried all at the same time several times. DEFINATE 5 STARS!!!
This story I am sure hits home with many military families. I loved the trials and struggles that were unfortunately true to life! I did need a few tissues but loved every word. This story starts to show the ugly side of war, and the effect it has on the families. GOD BLESS AMERICA AND OUR TROOPS!!!!
This book made me laugh, cry, appreciate our military in a whole new way, and cherish my family and friends. I can not explain all the different feelings I encountered reading this book. BRAVO Kristin Hannah! This is truly a great read. It would make a terrific movie.
This is the BEST Kristin Hannah book I've read. Will be recommending to everyone.
As a young army wife, I was eager to read this book having just survived a very long year with my husband being deployed to Afghanistan. This book was hard to read, but in a good way if that makes sense. Kristin Hannah's portrayal of pre-deployment, deployment, and the after math that follows upon their return is a pretty accurate depiction. This book is absolutely lovely, beginning to end. I was in tears one moment and laughing the next. I love her emphasis on the real truth of PTSD, even if it was in an extreme case, and the effects it has on our heroes coming home. Read this, if not for a feel good family story, but for some small insight into the struggles 1% of Americans face so that you could have your freedom.
Being a R.N. in a defense-military-based industry, as a civilian, I very much appreciated Kristen's interpretation of our current war & what military families must deal with: both emotional & physical problems, away & on the home front. Because I absolutely love to read, especially before bedtime, this novel fit the bill! You will not be disappointed.
Michael and Jolene's marriage is falling a part. Neither seems to understand the other. Michael is a defense attorney who works long hours, often breaking promises to be there for his family. Jolene is in the Guard, a job that saved her life after tragedy, providing friends and family. Her family at homes doesn't understand how important her job is to her. On top of this Jolene has two daughters that she is often raising alone since Michael is so busy with his job. Then Michael drops a bomb on Jolene. He tells her he doesn't love her anymore. The next day she is deployed to fight in a war that Michael doesn't believe in and her girls don't understand just when her marriage is falling apart. Michael must step in and balance his job and his family. Jolene must go to war; their lives change forever. But war is hard. No one imagined how hard it would be. It isn't possible to describe how much I loved this book. There is no description that can possibly capture the growth and emotion present in this book. Michael starts off selfish and Jolene seems a bit too perfect. But as time progresses, each character must face their own demons. It doesn't happen quickly, nor is it easy. The description of a military family felt dead-on. My family was a military family and it all felt so real. There's such a tension for those in the military. There's a pull to be there for your family and do your job for your country. Kids don't quite understand that and Ms. Hannah captured that perfectly. The raw emotion present can certainly bring tears. Not only are their marital issues but there is much tragedy and sadness. The entire family changes in the end. I was reading this when we first moved into the new place. Stuff was everywhere and we had to get up early to pick up more furniture. But I stayed up until 5 am reading this the bathtub (water was so cold!) because I just couldn't put it down. It's that good. Overall, this is such a great book. Everyone should read it. Even if it doesn't sound like it's your cup of tea, it is. It really is.
This is a great read. I like books that make me think and this one, as do all Kristin Hannah books, rose to the occasion. I agree with another reviewer that people tell too much of the story in reviews, so YES read it. In fact I avoid reading the book jacket because they tell so much of the story. Can't wait for the next Hannah book!
Powerful book loved it
This is an amazing book in every aspect. First is the character development, by the end of chapter 2 you feel like you know this family, and can relate to them on an emotional level. However, the author is just getting started and skilfully peals back the onion of each character as the story is told. 2nd - Masterfully Kristin brings out the horrors if war as they are waged on two fronts. I knew about the war zone in Irac and many of it's horrific details; "If it bleeds it leads." What I was blind to was the war going on in the families of every war zone soldier. The revelation is so explicit that I wept in reading most every chapter of this book. Thus the real story is abour the "Home front" pre, during, and after the deploment of family members to war zones. riveting in it's detail and extremely moving. In conclusion, home front turns out to be a love story. Love won and then lost, the torturios path to restoration, of love between Jolene, and her children and then with her husband. It is a virtual clinc in family dynamics, her personal loss of identy, the need to let go. forgiveness leading to her new self. It is a roller coaster ride for your emotions and a page turner if there ever was won.
I have never read anything from Kristin Hannah before but I am now hooked. I was so compelled to keep reading until I finished this book. You gain a real perspective and respect for those military families and all their sacrifices they provide for our country. Very well written and since I have purchased four more of her novels for my "Nook" library!
Had trouble putting this book down. Kept me in suspense most of the time. Wasn't sure how it would end. Gave a little insight of what families go through when a loved one serves our country in the military.
Im the type of reader who needs a book to draw me in from page 1. This book does just that. I absolutely loved it just as all the kristin hannah books ive read. True that if you dont like emotionally moving books, this book is probably not for you but if you love abook that has adoring characters, then you are sure to love it!
Excellent book,in fact I feel it is the best book Kristin Hannah has written yet and I have read most all of her books,and everyone was a very good read,it is well worth the money and I highly recommend it!
I could not put it down. Such a touching story, and it was definitely realistic! It' s a must read. Kristin Hannah is a great writer, and I plan to read more of her books in the near future.
This is a well-written book on a topic that should be of interest to everyone. I personally, found it difficult to read, because my father was killed in WWII when I was 4 years old. The story line is painful and while many may feel that it comes out OK in the end, being a pacifist, I can't agree. If you can stomach war and the disaster it is on the military and families, then you may well love this book. The writing, as with all Kristin Hannah's books, is excellent, very real, breathtaking, heart-slamming REAL. If you want to go to war vicariously, or to a military hospital to salvage a loved one; then this is the book for you. For me, it was everything that I never wanted to think about let alone read in grim detail. For me, it should have carried a warning.
Wow. Amazing book...and i read a lot. Real people with real reactions/actions. Thought sbout this book a lot once it was over. Will read more from this author.
Have you ever read a book that captured you and refused to let go? I've read many books and this was one that drew me from the beginning. Kristin Hannah meticulously captured the life of an everyday mother and wife, it was so real, every single action and thought that ran through the character's mind and mouth. We saw the point of view from Jolene and Michael, and it helped me become unbiased of my opinions towards them for their actions. I rarely comment or rate after a book but I just finished reading this, picked up right as soon as I woke up and couldn't stop until it was completely over. You can tell Ms. Hannah did her research, I learned a lot from this book about a segment of the war in Iraq and couldn't stop bawling my eyes out the majority of the book. I've never cried like that from a book, yes I've teared at parts but I cried during this book like an emotionally raged person, snot running down my nose and it wouldn't stop! A really good read, as are all her books. But this one; this is now my absolute favorite. I felt like I was fighting that war and battle right alongside Jolene every page of the way.
Great story about a wife and mother who gets deployed to Iraq. Wasn't expecting tears beginning, middle and end. Read the book in 24 hours, hard to put down.