Titanic: The Long Night: A Novel

Titanic: The Long Night: A Novel

by Diane Hoh

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Two teenagers discover true love aboard the doomed ocean liner
Elizabeth Farr never wanted to return to America. During her family’s vacation abroad, she has fallen in love with England, and is despondent when her father refuses to let her stay. Returning to New York means having her debut into society, and that means a swiftly arranged marriage. Elizabeth will never go to college, never learn to be a reporter—as she sees it, her life is over as soon as the Titanic reaches port. Of course, if she’s unlucky, her life will be over far sooner than that. As Elizabeth and her family settle into their first-class cabins, Katie Hanrahan, a young Irish girl with dreams of finding fortune in America, makes her way to a steerage berth. Both girls have plans for the future, but love and death are about to intervene. This ebook features an illustrated biography of Diane Hoh including rare photos and never-before-seen documents from the author’s personal collection.

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ISBN-13: 9781453248188
Publisher: Open Road Media
Publication date: 03/27/2012
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 378
Sales rank: 249,800
File size: 3 MB
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Diane Hoh (b. 1937) is a bestselling author of young adult fiction. Born in Warren, Pennsylvania, Hoh began her first novel, Loving That O’Connor Boy (1985),after seeing an ad in a publishing trade magazine requesting submissions for a line of young adult fiction. After contributing novels to two popular series, Cheerleaders and the Girls of Canby Hall, Hoh found great success writing thrillers, beginning with Funhouse (1990), a Point Horror novel that became a national bestseller. Following its success, Hoh created the Nightmare Hall series, whose twenty-nine installments chronicle a university plagued by dark secrets, and the seven-volume Med Center series, about the challenges and mysteries in a Massachusetts hospital. In 1998, Hoh had a runaway hit with Titanic: The Long Night and Remembering the Titanic, a pair of novels about two couples’ escape from the doomed ocean liner. She now lives and writes in Austin.

Diane Hoh (b. 1937) is a bestselling author of young adult fiction. Born in Warren, Pennsylvania, Hoh began her first novel, Loving That O’Connor Boy (1985), after seeing an ad in a publishing trade magazine requesting submissions for a line of young adult fiction. After contributing novels to two popular series, Cheerleaders and the Girls of Canby Hall, Hoh found great success writing thrillers, beginning with Funhouse (1990), a Point Horror novel that became a national bestseller. Following its success, Hoh created the Nightmare Hall series, whose twenty-nine installments chronicle a university plagued by dark secrets, and the seven-volume Med Center series, about the challenges and mysteries in a Massachusetts hospital. In 1998, Hoh had a runaway hit with Titanic: The Long Night and Remembering the Titanic, a pair of novels about two couples’ escape from the doomed ocean liner. She now lives and writes in Austin.

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The Long Night

By Diane Hoh


Copyright © 1998 Diane Hoh
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-4818-8


Wednesday, April 10, 1912

During one last argument, Elizabeth Farr tried desperately to convince her parents to allow her to stay on in London with her cousins, instead of returning to New York. It was an argument she lost as always, and the Farr family left Waterloo Station at nine forty-five A.M. on the White Star Line boat train for Southampton. During the seventy-nine-mile journey through English villages with names like Surbiton, Woking, and Basingstoke, Elizabeth remained sullenly silent. She was still silent when they arrived at dockside shortly before eleven-thirty in the morning.

But the sullen pout left her face when she saw the great ship Titanic anchored in the harbor. There were other, smaller ships there, too. But the one whose maiden voyage would carry her and her parents back to New York towered over all of them. The word that sprang first into Elizabeth's mind was "majestic." It was enormous, its four huge funnels marching along the boat deck like giant soldiers on guard. It was the most beautiful ship she had ever seen, and she had seen several. This had not been her first trip abroad.

"Eleven stories high," her father commented, seeing the look on Elizabeth's face. "If you stood it on end, it would rival the tallest buildings in the world. It's something, isn't it?"

It was indeed something. But Elizabeth was still stinging from the morning's argument. "If you stood it on end," she countered crisply, "it would sink."

For the rest of her life, whenever she remembered that remark, she would flush with anguish.

Glancing around, Elizabeth saw with satisfaction that she was not the only first-class passenger who looked excited. Others, as unaccustomed to being impressed as she was, were nevertheless staring and exclaiming, some over the sheer size of the oceangoing vessel, others over its shining beauty.

The first-class passengers walked along the gently sloping gangway to the main entrance on B deck, amidships. A man Elizabeth's father addressed as "Chief Steward Latimer" and a purser's clerk were there to greet them and direct or escort them to their cabins on C deck.

They passed through the entrance and walked quickly down the blue-carpeted corridors.

Elizabeth Langston Farr was used to luxury. The only child of a wealthy New York banker and his equally wealthy wife, she had never known anything else. But even she was not prepared for the impressive, lavish accommodations on board the new ship Titanic.

Only her residual anger kept her from exclaiming with delight when confronted by the elegant foyer at the foot of the wide, curved staircase on B deck. It kept her from making any comment when she saw the large, four-poster bed in her cabin, the patterned wall-covering on the upper walls, and the rich, dark paneling on the lower walls. She pretended not to be impressed by the dainty, antique desk well supplied with fine linen stationery bearing the ship's letterhead, or the heavy, ornate, raised molding around the doors. Angry at being treated like a child, she had made up her mind not to let one pleasant comment about this trip escape her lips. But that was more difficult than she had expected, given the beauty and luxury of the ship.

She had her own bathroom, fully equipped with thick, white towels, tiny bars of wrapped soap, and beautiful antique light fixtures. She could easily be in one of the finest hotels in Paris or London.

But she was determined not to let her pleasure show. "It's just a ship," she said when she moved through the doorway into her parents' room. There was disdain in her voice. "Not a hotel. Why waste all of this on people who are probably going to be seasick, anyway?" She was referring to her mother who, although the ship was still firmly moored, was already paler than usual. "I think it's ostentatious."

"No one's going to be seasick," her father said, removing his hat. His wife was sitting on a maroon velvet chaise lounge situated at the foot of the canopied bed. "And," he added drily, "considering what I paid for these accommodations, I would hardly expect less than 'all of this.'"

"It's such bad form to discuss money, Martin," his wife protested, lying back against the chaise. But then she lifted her head to glance around. Their cabin was larger than Elizabeth's. The canopied bed was further sheltered by velvet draperies hanging at all four corners, the smooth, thick bedspread a rich, embossed fabric. A finely cut crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, the carved walnut paneling shone against the light, a brass firebox against one wall was polished to a brilliant golden shine. A delicate glass vase filled with pastel-colored fresh flowers sat on a table in the center of the room. "I must say, you can't fault the taste. These are exquisite furnishings. As impressive as any I've seen in the better hotels."

Elizabeth pulled free a pin securing the camel-hair wool hat that matched her traveling suit. She tossed the hated hat on a chair and removed the pins that held her long, pale hair in place, letting it tumble across her shoulders. "You mean the best hotels, Mother. When were you ever in anything less?"

"Elizabeth," her father warned, "your mother isn't feeling well. I'm sure she would appreciate a change in your tone of voice."

"Well, she can't be seasick yet," Elizabeth replied childishly, turning to go back into her own cabin. "We're still anchored." And without waiting for a reprimand, she left them, closing the door after her. She didn't slam it, though she wanted to, but the resounding click as the door shut was almost as satisfying.

Still in her suit, she flopped down on the bed on her stomach, resting her head on a soft, fat bed pillow. How could they expect her to be in good spirits during this trip, when they knew as well as she did what was awaiting her in New York? That stupid debut! An endless round of parties and dinners, in the company of shallow girls and arrogant, impeccably dressed young men who would scrutinize each of the debutantes as if they were examining a new gold wristwatch. Some of the young women would be promptly dismissed as being too plain, others because their parents weren't important enough. Her mother would see to it that Elizabeth wore a different dress and hairdo every night. She would have to endure banal conversation, bland food, and boring company. She had no interest in any of it. But her mother was adamant, and her father, usually so supportive, had so far refused to take a stand on Elizabeth's behalf.

The debut was bad enough. What was worse was, sometime shortly after the "season" ended, she was expected to marry Alan Reed, a wealthy banker ten years her senior. Alan was a decent sort, even if his hairline was receding and his waistcoats getting a bit tight around the middle. Though he was just twenty-seven years old, he seemed much older. He didn't like to dance, he thought traveling was a waste of money, and in spite of having gone to the best private schools, his conversation was limited to two topics: dogs and banking. During the long hours she had spent with Alan, he had mentioned an endless amount of times that the bank his father owned was growing by leaps and bounds. He had also said, without much conviction, that he was glad he had studied banking as his father wanted him to rather than pursuing a career in veterinary medicine as he'd once thought he wanted.

Elizabeth was sure that was a lie. There was no enthusiasm in his voice when he discussed banking, none at all.

Alan was not a horrid person, but he was missing a spine.

"If you make me marry him," she had told her parents, "I'll kill myself!" Then, "On second thought, I won't have to. I'll die of boredom within six months."

"Alan will take good care of you," her mother had argued.

"I can take care of myself."

"Nonsense! You've never taken care of yourself."

Which, Elizabeth had to admit reluctantly, if only to herself, was true enough. But she could learn, couldn't she? She wanted to stand on her own two feet. Not that she knew any other girls her age who did. Most of her friends would be engaged halfway through the social season, and would marry in June. "Suitable" matches, of course. Their parents always had a heavy hand in making sure all the money they spent on gowns and dinners and parties bore fruit. Pity the poor girl who came to the end of the season without a beau in tow. The only avenue left at that point was a prompt dispatch to Europe, where she might get lucky and capture a member of royalty, no matter how undistinguished the title.

The only independent woman Elizabeth knew was her great-aunt Bess, for whom she had been named. Bess had never married, and was in her early fifties now. She lived alone in an enormous house in Westchester that smelled of cats and lily of the valley, a sickening combination. She treated all six of her huge, hostile cats as if they were her children, but had no patience at all with real children. Elizabeth had been frightened of her for years. Bess Langston was not a very good example of the "independent woman" Elizabeth envisioned herself becoming someday. There had to be a more pleasant way of living on one's own. All Elizabeth wanted was the chance to find it.

How was she ever going to do that, with her parents orchestrating her life?

She was planning on using this time on board the Titanic to change their minds, to beg them to let her attend Vassar College in September to study journalism, instead of marrying Alan. It wasn't as if she were asking to go back to Europe. Poughkeepsie, New York, wasn't that far from home. Monica Beaumont, a girl one year ahead of Elizabeth at Miss Chatsworth's School in Manhattan, was a student at Vassar, and she often came home by herself on the train on weekends. Monica was studying biology, and said that she loved college.

I would, too, Elizabeth thought now, hearing her mother calling her from the next room. I know I would love it. They have to let me go. They just have to.

But they had refused to let her stay in London, and she'd had no choice in that matter. She had no money of her own. Not until she was twenty-one. If she made them too angry, they would disown her. It wasn't the money itself she cared about, but the freedom it would provide. So she had to be careful. If she were penniless, she could never go to college.

They had to change their minds about the debut and the marriage, and let her go to school. She would spend every waking moment on this floating hotel working toward that end. No making friends, no playing shuffleboard, no swimming, even though she loved swimming and had been amazed to discover that the Titanic actually had a swimming pool. She would have positively no fun at all until she persuaded them to let her make her own choices.

She left the bed then, went to the dressing table, sat on the plush, green velvet bench and peered into the mirror. She knew without being told that she would be one of the prettier debutantes. This was not conceit, it was simple fact. It had nothing to do with her, since she'd inherited her fair skin, deep blue eyes, and pale hair from her mother, who was still pretty and would have been a great beauty had she had more of what Elizabeth thought of as "sparkle." Her mother did not sparkle. It was Elizabeth's firm opinion that her mother's apparent lack of personality was the direct result of her husband's strong, almost overwhelming presence. He was the competent one, the popular one, the accomplished one of the pair. If there had ever been a shining light in Nola Langston's eyes, it had been overshadowed long ago by the brilliance of Martin Farr's light.

Elizabeth was determined not to make the same mistake. If she ever married at all (and she wasn't sure that she would), she hoped to find a mate who would see her as a partner, rather than as someone subservient to his needs and wishes.

She had expressed that idea aloud to her mother, only once.

"Don't be ridiculous," her mother had responded. "If women were meant to express their opinions, we'd be allowed to vote."

"As we should be!" Elizabeth had replied hotly.

Now, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she carefully, studiously, rearranged her hair in a proper upsweep, pinning it carefully in place, got up from the dressing table, and taking one last, satisfied look around at the roomy, tastefully decorated cabin, left to explore the ship. Without a hat.

At the same time that Elizabeth and her family were leaving London's Waterloo Station for Southampton that morning, a tall, very thin young man in a worn tweed jacket and cap, his arms loaded down with a large, leather portfolio and a trio of large boxes tied with string, left Paris on the Train Transatlantique for Cherbourg, France, a six-hour trip. But when the train arrived at Gare Maritime in Cherbourg, there was no sign of the great ship Titanic that Max Whittaker had read so much about. Impatient under the very best of circumstances, he glowered from beneath thick, dark eyebrows as the announcement came that embarkation on the tenders, originally scheduled to leave at four-thirty, would be delayed at least an hour. Something about the new ship having some trouble in Southampton.

"Perfect!" Max muttered under his breath. How good could this highly touted ship be if it couldn't even make it out of Southampton without problems? It hadn't been his idea to procure passage on a maiden voyage. The problem with maiden voyages was, if there were any manufacturing mistakes to be worked out, they hadn't been discovered yet. He would have preferred passage on a more sea-tested ship. But he was totally, completely broke after his year of studying art in Paris. He had had to swallow his pride and contact his grandmother for passage home. That seemed preferable to contacting his parents, who were still angry with him. The Titanic was his grandmother's choice. Also the first-class accommodations, which Max wouldn't have selected for himself. Too many snobs, most of whom knew very little about art. All a painting had to be was expensive, and they'd gladly hang it on their walls. His parents included.

He wasn't the only one upset about the delay. Others complained aloud. Some people got up and, paying someone to watch their baggage, strolled off to explore. Others shrugged and headed for the nearby casino. A young couple set off along the Grand Jetée, keeping their eyes on the ocean for some sign of the great liner.

Sighing with irritation, Max dropped one of the larger boxes onto the ground and sat down on top of it, stretching his long legs out in front of him. "I should have stayed in Paris," he told a small boy playing with a few shiny marbles. The boy frowned up at him, clearly not understanding English. Max repeated his statement, this time in French, and the boy smiled and nodded. "Oui, oui, Paris," he cried. Then he went back to his marbles.

Max sat, staring glumly out at the sea, willing the ship to appear. His legs were already beginning to cramp.

At about that time, in County Cork, Ireland, a young girl and two male companions were cheerfully making their way south by a variety of means. Katie Hanrahan had never been so excited. She was not only going to America to seek her fortune, an adventure in itself, but she was making the trip on a great new ship, the Titanic. Everyone in Ballyford had talked about the wondrous new vessel. And all seemed to want to take a trip on it, though few could afford even a third-class passage. Fortunately for Katie, her da had done well this year, thanks be to the dairy cows and the milk and cheese they provided. And although her ma and da said they hated to see her go, they agreed that America was the place for Katie. So, on her sixteenth birthday on the first day of March, her da had surprised her with a steerage ticket on the maiden voyage of the majestic new ship, the Titanic.

Katie had never been on a ship in her life. "But Da," she had cried to her father when she opened the ticket envelope, "what if the ship should sink? I cannot swim a stroke!"

Her father had laughed and answered jovially, "Ah, Katie-girl, have you not heard? The miracle ship Titanic cannot sink!"

She had found that reassuring. Her da was always right.

But it was truly Brian Kelleher she must thank for this journey. She wouldn't have been allowed to go if Brian, nearly a grown man at twenty, hadn't agreed to go along and seek his fortune as well. According to Katie's da, who had worked alongside Brian on the farm for two years now, Brian was "a strong, steady bloke, and that's the truth of it."


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Titanic: The Long Night: A Novel 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 23 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is very compelling very descriptional very independent
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
this was a great book all in all. i am writing an essay on it now
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<3 <3 <3
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think that I will want to read more
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Buy this book. Slight copy of moviebut amazingly written!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
We all know the Titanic history but the story line here was excellent! Loved the characters! Would recommend it for everyone - young and old!
m_kvanli More than 1 year ago
Now if you're looking for the ultimate teen Titanic novel (series), this one is it. Diane Hoh knocks this one out of the park. Perfectly mixed with history, love, drama, and everything one looks for in a good novel, Hoh delivers it with &quot;Titanic: The Long Night&quot; as well as her follow-up, &quot;Remember The Titanic.&quot; I re-read these books so many times as a teen, even after my Titanic craze had fizzled a bit. Overall, it is an excellent book. The story lines weave effortlessly together. I think I'm going to go re-read it now...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved the movie but book is better
Boundlessbookreviews More than 1 year ago
I remember being young and reading this book. I always enjoyed the story of the Titanic. I have seen the movie many times and have read countless books about it. This book was just as good this time around as the first time I read it. It even seemed better. Elizabeth, a young first class passenger, wants to go to college while her parents want her to be married. Max is an artist who has ignored his rich raising and is determined to make his own way. Katie, a young woman in steerage accompanied by her two shipmates is on her way to America to follow a dream only she knows of. Each person has their own reasons for being on the grand ship Titanic. Each one knows not what one fateful night will bring to their way. This story brought romance and history. Passion and hope. It was written so well it was so hard not to fall in love with all the characters and each of their stories. This was a great read all around....Stormi
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I like the book it was sad in the end too! I enjoyed this book very much and i would read this book if you have a book report!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book ever
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
While the main characters may be fictional, it is a great glimpse of what the Titanic's passengers may have endured on that tragic journey!
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This book is way stupid the movie rocks
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Well written and interesting.
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The movie
Lily_F More than 1 year ago
An Unforgettable Story on board of an Unforgettable Ship For this and more reviews visit us at Bookluvrs Haven. Titanic. The unsinkable ship that sank. Two Thousand, two hundred and twenty three souls boarded this ship, and only 706 survived the disaster. It is an event in history that will go unforgotten. But what of those souls on that ship? Who were they? What stories would they share were they alive to tell them? Whether on the movie screen, or in literature, the story of the Titanic has inspired film and writing professionals. And I am sure, will inspire more. And since I am one of the masses that can't seem to get tired of reading on the Titanic, or watching documentaries on it, etc.... This book was definitely for me. This novel is the story of two young women. Both from completely different worlds and 'class'. They both board the Titanic. One with dread and anxiety to reach the end of her trip, because the moment it docks she will be expected to follow through with the betrothal her parents arranged for her, and forgo all of her dreams. The other with hope and anticipation for the new life that will begin the moment she steps off the ship. Though the two barely intermingle, and in fact never utter a word to each other that I can recall, they do cross paths. Enough for one to be envious of the other for various reasons. First class ticket holder, Elizabeth Farr is envious of third class ticket holder Katie Hanrahan, for being free. Katie looks at Elizabeth and ponders why someone of her class, with all the advantages of a rich, prosperous family, would have such sadness in her eyes. Romances also bloom on the ship, and new hopes for the future. But after midnight, on April 15th, both of their lives as they know it, would change. Note: for those of you interested in reading a bit more on Titanic, there is a fabulous site, Titanic Universe, that I enjoy exploring. There are pictures of recovered artifacts, the ship, and even videos of the wreckage. *I received a eBook copy of this book for free to review from Publisher via NetGalley this in no way influenced my review, all opinions are 100% honest and my own.*
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Im taking your guys word for it i just bought the book and i hope its good
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