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Dandi Daley Mackall is the award-winning author of nearly 500 books for children and adults. She visits countless schools and presents keynote addresses at conferences across the United States. Her novel My Boyfriends’ Dogs is now a Hallmark movie. Dandi writes from rural Ohio, here she lives with her family. Visit her online at dandibooks.com.
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With Love, Wherever You Are
By Dandi A. Mackall, Sarah Mason Rische
Tyndale House PublishersCopyright © 2017 Dandi A. Mackall
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Dec. 7, 1941
What now? Helen Eberhart elbowed her way through the mass of student nurses crowding the hospital bulletin board. If she were in charge, she would come up with a better system for assigning duties and shifts. Couldn't this top-notch hospital afford more than one bulletin board, at the very least? Student nurses had to check several times a day, and heaven help the would-be nurse who missed one duty, one time change, one announcement.
She scanned the list until she got to her name. "Swell," she muttered. Extra duties and extra hours. When was she supposed to study for her anatomy test?
She turned and stood on tiptoes to relay the bad news to her roommate. At five feet eight, half a foot taller than Helen, Lucille was easy to spot. "Lucille! Get coffee! We've both pulled extra —"
"Shhh! Shush, everybody!"
Helen wasn't sure who'd said it, but the whole group quieted to a murmur. The PA system crackled and screeched — another thing she'd see to if she ever got to run things. Two white-jacketed interns strutting up the hall stopped and stared at the metal loudspeaker as if waiting for God — or the chief of staff — to issue at least ten commandments.
True, they didn't get many announcements, but Helen didn't have time to gawk at a disembodied voice. "Coming through!"
"Quiet!" Nurse Benchley frowned at her.
Helen didn't appreciate being shut down. If Benchley weren't one of her instructors, she wouldn't get away with it either.
"... Hawaii from the air."
She'd missed the announcement, but she caught enough to know this wasn't a page from the chief of staff. The hospital was relaying a radio broadcast.
"Just a moment. ... I'll repeat that."
The hallway froze, interns transformed into wax statues with identical stunned expressions. Old Dr. Laban, his glasses crooked as always, dropped his arms to his sides like broken twigs snapping from a tree trunk. His clipboard dangled from one hand. Everybody seemed to move farther away from Helen, although nobody had budged. Sound froze too, leaving an eerie silence decibels below hospital-zone quiet.
Only the voice from the loudspeaker filled the hall, filled the hospital, filled the world:
"President Roosevelt says the Japanese have attacked Pearl Harbor in Hawaii from the air...."
Helen couldn't hear any more because suddenly the silence became a buzz. She thought the buzz must be in her head, growing louder and louder, like locusts in Cissna Park on a summer's night.
Then the space around her exploded in cries and questions fired at random, aimed at nobody. The chaos was so rampant that Helen would have believed it if someone told her a bomb had struck the hospital.
"Did they say bombs? Actual bombs dropped on us?"
"I can't believe it!"
"Dear God in Heaven!"
"Where's Pearl Harbor?"
"They'll come here next. You'll see. What do we do now?"
"Chicago will be a target for sure."
"I want to go home!"
"Jimmy's in the July draft. What if they send him over there?"
"So we're at war? I mean officially at war?"
"I always thought it would be the Germans. Why Japan?"
The questions bounced off Helen. She wouldn't let them in. Not yet. Not when she was so close to becoming a real nurse. War would ruin everything. Besides, as long as she could remember, there had been wars somewhere, or people talking about them.
Her war had been to make a tin of corn bread stretch for a family of thirteen during the worst days of the Depression. Her battles had been standing up to big brothers who weren't so sure she belonged in their family and to a father who said her place was on the farm, not learning how to take care of sick strangers in Chicago.
"Helen? Did you hear me?" Lucille shouted above the cacophony of voices that echoed in the halls. She elbowed her way to Helen's side. "Come on. They're showing us where the bomb shelters are."
The crowd of nurses and doctors and patients flowed like floodwaters down the hall toward the stairwell. Lucille got pulled in with them, but not Helen. She shoved in the opposite direction, a lone fish swimming upstream.
"Hey! Where are you going, Eberhart?" Lucille shouted after her.
"Where do you think?" Helen called back. "I've got extra duty. I'll be in room 301 if you need me!"
"Nurse? This way." An intern grabbed her arm and tried to spin her around and take her with him.
She jerked her arm away. Nothing was going to stop her. Not him. Not the Japanese. Not Roosevelt. Not the Germans.
She was going to graduate from nurse's training. She had come here to live in a city where people danced to the big bands and wore furs like women on the covers of magazines. But most of all, she'd come to be a nurse, the best nurse Chicago had ever seen.
Helen Eberhart had known since she was nine years old what she'd do with her life. It had been a drizzly fall day when she'd hurried home after school, as usual, to do her chores.
"Look out, Gypsy!" Her brother Eugene rammed her from behind, nearly knocking her off her feet. They were both small for their age, but he was two years older, wiry and tough.
"You look out!" She didn't mind being called Gypsy, not anymore. She'd never really believed her brothers when they told her gypsies left her on their doorstep when she was a baby.
"Race you home!" Eugene shouted, passing her on the left.
Helen hiked up her skirt and ran, following Eugene through the Weinigers' lawn, over the flower beds, and up the street to home. But her brother the athlete pulled farther and farther ahead.
She was breathing hard by the time she reached home and spotted Eugene in the garden, standing by the roses. "Guess I win!" she shouted, heading for the back door, the official end of every race.
Eugene didn't move. Helen thought he was shivering, but that was dumb. It was stove-hot outside. She called to him, but he didn't answer.
"What's the matter with you?" She plodded back to the garden, braced for one of his tricks. "Eugene? Why are you standing —?"
And that's when she saw her mother. Ma was lying on the ground, one leg twisted under her, her hand still wrapped around cut roses. A dark pool spread around her, a growing red puddle shaping the dirt beneath her legs. From one leg, bright-red blood spurted like a fountain being shut off and on.
"Ma!" Helen dropped to her knees and held her mother's head in her lap. Mom's lips moved, but nothing came out. Her mother's kind brown eyes twitched. There was too much white in them.
Helen shouted, "Call Dr. Roberts!" Eugene didn't move. His cheeks were wet from crying. "Eugene, go call the doctor!"
He dropped to his knees.
Helen set down her mother's head and barked orders at her brother. "You wait with her, hear?" She didn't stick around for an answer but tore into the house, up half a flight of stairs to the kitchen. She cranked the phone on the wall and screamed into it, "Get me Dr. Roberts! Fast!"
"'Lo?" came Doc's slow, deep voice. "Dr. Roberts here."
"Dr. Roberts, this is Helen Eberhart. You have to come. Quick!"
"Which one is it? What's the matter?"
"It's Ma, Doc! She's bleeding. Her leg. She's in the garden and —"
"You listen to me now, Helen. I'm coming right over. Can you see the wound still bleeding?"
"It's spurting up. There's so much blood." She wouldn't cry. She couldn't cry.
"It's her veins. And we need to stop that bleeding before I get there. Is Ed home? Or the twins?"
"There's just me." She couldn't count on Eugene.
"All right then," he said, like he'd just then decided something. "You'll have to do. I want you to get a dime and take it to where that blood's spurting."
Helen knew he wanted her to say something. But her heart was pounding too hard in her ears.
"Helen, can you do this? I know you won't like the blood, honey."
"It's not that. Where am I going to find a dime?"
"You find it. That's all. I need you to press a dime to your mother's leg where it's bleeding. A penny won't do. Too thick. You get a dime, and you press it hard. Now go!"
She heard the phone click and dropped the receiver. It slapped against the wall.
A dime. A dime? You didn't find change in this house. Not under cushions. Not sitting on tables. Dear Gott im Himmel, where on earth am I going to —?
Then she remembered. The jingle in her dad's coat pocket, his Sunday coat. She could almost hear it, like the angels in heaven ringing their bells.
Helen tore into her parents' room, where she was only allowed when it was her turn to dust. There was the coat hanging over the back of the door. She had to stand on tiptoes to reach the pocket. Please, God!
She felt something. "Got it!" She drew out three pennies and a dime. Clutching the dime in her scrawny fingers, she raced back to the garden. "I'm coming, Ma!" She slid to the ground, tearing her stockings on the rosebush. The blood. How could there be so much blood in one leg? The red fountain continued to spurt. Helen took the dime and forced it through the blood onto her mother's leg. The coin slid against the red-drenched skin, but she pushed it hard, thumb on top of thumb. Blood oozed around the sides of the coin. Then it stopped.
"Ma, you're going to be okay," she whispered. "You're not bleeding now. Dr. Roberts is on his way."
Her mother twitched. Her dress was blood-soaked. Ma only had two dresses: this one and the one for Sundays. Her eyes rolled back, and her lips fluttered like moth wings. Helen imagined prayers coming from those lips, secret pleas and exchanges with God that her mother would never reveal.
Helen's fingers pushed hard against the dime. Blood and sweat made the coin slippery, but she kept it over the hole. She pressed so hard that her fingers began to ache. Her mother's red hair had come unpinned, and strands, redder still from the blood, clung to her cheek. Helen wanted to cradle Ma's head in her lap, to smooth the hair off her face, the way Ma had done for her when she had the fever.
But she couldn't let go of the dime.
"Eugene, help me hold this on her leg. I can't do it any longer."
Eugene didn't move. He stayed kneeling in the dirt, his fists rammed to his mouth.
Furious, Helen started to scream at him. Then she saw his eyes, wide with a terror that made his whole body shake. She took a deep breath, filled with the scent of roses, peonies, mums ... and blood. "She'll be okay, Eugene. I promise, Genie. She will."
Her brother crept closer, then stopped. "I can't do it," he whispered.
And he couldn't. She knew that the same way she'd known that dime would be in Dad's coat pocket. The same way she knew she could keep the pressure on as long as she had to. "It's okay. Go out to the road and flag down Doc Roberts."
He took off at a run. Helen pressed on the dime, not letting it slip a hair to either side. The hole wasn't bleeding anymore, but she wasn't about to stop. Helen loved her mother, and Ma loved her. She knew that without it ever being said. She also knew that every one of the kids believed their mother loved him or her best.
What kind of talent, or love, was it that made everybody think you loved them best?
Helen's thumbs went numb. Her nose itched. Her hands and arms ached. How long could it take for Doc to drive a mile and a half?
Finally, she heard the old Ford crawl up and Eugene scream, "He's here, Helen! Doc! This way! She's in the garden." Doc and Eugene both came running.
Dr. Roberts squatted next to Helen, and still she was afraid to stop pressing down on the dime. "It's okay," he said. "You can let go now."
She looked up at him. His hat was crooked. Sweat stained his shirt under his arms. "Are you sure?"
He placed his big, rough hands over hers, then tugged her fingers away from the wound. "See there? You stopped that bleeding all on your own, girl."
It was true. Nothing came out of the pinprick hole in the large purple vein of the leg. Helen pulled down her mother's dress and straightened her apron. "Will she be all right?"
Ma groaned and said something Helen couldn't make out.
"I'm here, Mary." Doc lifted Ma's head and fingered one eyelid open, then the other. "You lie still now. Let me bandage that leg. We're going to have to do something about those varicose veins of yours. I warned you this could happen. One prick, one bump, and that vein could open again." He unbuckled his bag, took out a roll of bandages, and began wrapping the leg with the skill of Ma sewing school clothes.
By the time Doc had the leg wrapped, Ma was struggling to get up. "Thank you, Dr. Roberts. I'm fine now." Her voice sounded pinched, words squeezed through a hole. "Who found me?"
Helen felt the doctor's hand on her head. "Your Helen found you, and it's a good thing she did. You'd have bled to death if it hadn't been for little Helen here."
"Eugene and I both found you." Helen tossed her brother a grin.
"Well, I hope I didn't give you a scare," Ma said.
"I'll tell you this, Mary. You've got a nurse here. I couldn't have stopped that bleeding any better myself." He squatted down to Helen's level. "Miss Helen, I'm going to make you a promise. I'll do everything I can to get you into nurse's training after high school."
Helen felt heat rise to her face. Except for Dr. Roberts and their teachers, of course, she didn't know anybody who'd gone to school past high school. She frowned up at him, unwilling to be teased. "Really, Dr. Roberts?"
It was all the good Helen would ever need, hearing that. But there was more.
"Helen Marie Eberhart," Dr. Roberts said, helping her to her feet, "someday you'll go off to the best nurse's training in the country. Then you can come back here and be my nurse. How's that sound?"
Helen smiled. "It sounds good." Half of Doc's prophecy sounded better than good. She would become a nurse, the best nurse she could possibly be. But she wasn't coming back to Cissna Park, Illinois. There was a whole world out there, and she was going to be part of it.
Now, as Helen stood outside hospital room 301 and straightened her uniform, repinning her nurse's cap, she doubled the promise she'd made herself almost a dozen years ago. She was going to be a nurse. And she was going to see whatever there was to see in the world.
Maybe Eugene was right. Maybe she was a gypsy after all.
* * *
John Roberts, MD Cissna Park, Illinois 20 December 1941
Dear Helen ... or shall I say "Nurse Eberhart"?
I received your letter of 10 December and thank you kindly for taking the time to write it. I understand better than most, I believe, the arduous schedule and the dearth of free time imposed upon a young woman in pursuit of her nursing degree, which I have no doubt you will achieve with honors.
Allow me to express my heartfelt agreement with your decision to complete your training. Do not permit that heinous Japanese emperor the victory of thwarting your plans to become a nurse. Did you hear that Harold Messner was killed in that terrible act of aggression in the Harbor? They say his ship was sunk with hundreds of boys drowned or burned You probably knew Harold, Clive's oldest. He dropped out of school and enlisted in the Navy last spring. I delivered that boy on the Messners' kitchen table. His mother suffers heart palpitations, and I fear the depth of that poor womans grief.
I spoke with your own dear mother on Sunday following church. Your father was there, though not very talkative and rather eager to be off home. Marys worry over her boys shows in her countenance. Your brother Ed signed up the minute those bombs dropped in the Pacific. Left his tractor in the field and walked into town to enlist. Mrs. Messner said she saw him storming past their place on his way to the recruiting office, fist raised like he was looking for a fight. It's a wonder they took him with those eyes of his, but he says he's going to be an MP. I know your father would have preferred to keep his eldest down on the farm. But I can see Ed as military police, with his strong farm arms, can't you?
As for the twins, your mother reports that Wilbur enlisted, but Walter was turned down for his epilepsy. Your mother says it has hit him hard, but something tells me that brother of yours will find a way to serve his country. I've always liked the twins, even though they gave me a time at delivery.
Eugene is pressing to sign up, but your father will soon be in a wheelchair, and someone needs to farm. Eugene isn't Louis's first choice, but he has ruled that Eugene will farm, though sons no longer listen to fathers as they did in my day.
Take care, my little Nurse Helen.
Respectfully, Dr. John Roberts, MD
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Dandi Daley Mackall’s With Love, Wherever You Are is a stirring and emotional WWII novel. I became invested in the characters, seeing the war through their eyes and circumstances. I smiled often, and more than once, I cried. Already I miss spending time with Frank and Helen and the doctors, nurses, and patients who surrounded them, all of them ordinary people thrown into extraordinary and often painful circumstances. Put this novel on your Must Read list for 2017.
With Love, Wherever You Are, is a beautifully written novel. Based on a true story, Dandi Daley Mackall has created a gripping tale using as a framework the lives of a doctor and a nurse serving in Europe during World War II. The novel weaves historical accuracy with the heart-pounding suspense of a long-distance relationship during the worst of times. Not to be missed!
Uplifting and endearing, With Love, Wherever You Are tells the real-life story of the romance between an Army doctor and nurse in World War II. With spunk and humor, Frank and Helen navigate the hardships, loss, and dangers of war. Dandi Daley Mackall paints a sweet but accurate picture, and I was hooked. Thoroughly engaging!
Dandi Daley Mackall has written a masterpiece of true love forged in the harsh furnace of separation, terror, and deep longing as two amazing World War II heroes serve their country. The very real letters, written in the heat of battle, add richness and depth to this story, putting clarity to a living romance.
Dandi Mackall’s With Love, Wherever You Are is a wonderful, sometimes heartbreaking look at what it was like for young lovers, newlyweds, separated by a world at war with only their letters to keep them connected. Touching, romantic and oh, so real.
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I loved the story of Helen and Frank. The fact they were real people made it even better.
If you only read one more book this year, make it With Love, Wherever You Are!!! And I don't say that lightly. Read this book!!! As soon as I read the first paragraph, I was hooked. I simply adore this story! With Love, Wherever You Are is like reading a Cary Grant movie! Swoon! Some of my favorite movies are I Was a Male War Bride, Operation Petticoat, and Father Goose. This story has such a similar vibe. With Love, Wherever You Are, while fiction, is based on Dandi Daley Mackall's parents and their letters exchanged during World War II. I am honored and blessed to be able to read this story based on their story. I think the author has some mighty proud parents in Heaven. I really loved the backstory that lead to Frank and Helen's decisions to enlist in the Army. We get to see them meet, fall in love, and get married. And a number of their letters were included in the story! This was a very well done "married" story. It portrays marriage so beautifully. Character development was also amazing. Frank went from just skating by with the least amount of work possible, to a dedicated soldier, while Helen learned that she didn't have to go through life helping herself, but that God was there for her. Five Stars!!! If I could, I would give it a much higher rating!!! With Love, Wherever You Are is uplifting, crushing, and beautiful. I say it again, read this book!!! You do not want to miss it. I received a copy of With Love, Wherever You Are by Dandi Daley Mackall published by Tyndale from the Tyndale Blog Network. All opinions expressed are my own.
A lovely WW2 romance based on the author's own parent's story, told mainly through their correspondence. The narrative between the letters is well-written, filling in the story, and giving a perspective from both Helen and Frank, with a touch of humor sometimes. Their frustrations of being separated, and determination to find a way to see each other, and remain loyal to their vows is conveyed well. Their love story is a bright contrast to the daily challenges they face as Army medical personnel, and the ugly reality of war that surrounds them. Faith, hope and love shine through the darkness that they face. I couldn't rest until I found out how it ended for them, and their siblings too. I really liked the added index with details of the real people, including pictures and actual letters, plus the author's personal account. Highly recommend for mature readers who enjoy an authentic romance tale set in wartime. (An e-book was provided by NetGalley and the publisher. All opinions are my own.)
With Love, Wherever You Are is a well-written WWII heartfelt love story. Nurse Helen Eberhart never expected to find love, marriage, and happiness when she joined the military. Dr. Frank Daley, however, knew the moment he saw Helen, that she was the woman for him. But, could they keep their love alive while married and stationed apart from one another? Frank Daley was determined to find a way to make their marriage work. I loved reading about the coded messages and sacrifices that both Frank and Helen made in order to find one another. With Love, Wherever You Are is touching, heart-wrenching, and crafted with more truth than fiction. It’s a novel based on, Dandi Daley Mackall parent’s love story, and their WWII experience. The author makes the war come alive when she brings the reader onto the battlefields, and into the makeshift hospitals where row after row of injured soldiers wait in agony for medical care. You’ll love some of the complex characters and despise others, but you’ll find them all fascinating. It’s an amazing story you won’t want to miss. Thank you, Tyndale House Publishers and NetGalley, for my advanced review copy. I loved it!
Using personal letters, memories of family stories, and recollections of friends, Dandi Daley Mackall has written With Love, Where Ever You. This is a touching and interesting novel about Dr. Frank and Helen Daley. He was our family Doctor, in later years I enjoyed reading this easy and hard to forget story. I would highly recommend this book for everyone to read.
I loved this book, and all the while I was reading it made me think of my parents, and their lives during WWII. The author wrote a fictional story based on her parents letters they wrote each other during this period of time. They really came alive to me, and found myself on the battlefields and in the hospital, or tents. Loved the account that she gave at the end about how much was real and how she had taken literary license in writing her book. I shutter when I read that some of the incidents are really true, and although there is a lot of fiction here, to write a story, there is so much fact. Don’t let the size of this book put you off; it is a very fast and interesting read. I found myself quickly page turning, and loved that there was a bit more after finishing the story. Know my Mom burned her letters, and have read that a lot of history went up in flames. Am so glad the author’s father had the foresight to have her take the memorabilia. Thank you Dandi Daley Mackall for sharing your parent’s story in such a memorable way. I received this book through The Tyndale Blog Network and was not required to give a positive review.
Love Goes the Distance! In 1996, the author’s dying father asked her to go to his home’s attic, and get his old army trunk—and to make sure she did it when her mom wasn’t home. He also made her promise that she wouldn’t look at the contents until both he and the author’s mother had passed away. Although Ms. Mackall did what her father instructed her, she pestered him until he told her what was in the trunk. At last he told her it was letters, hundreds of them, that he, Frank Daley, and her mother, Helen, had written to each other during World War II. Since Helen didn’t like showing her sentimental side, Frank was afraid Helen would throw them out after his passing. Even though she didn’t open the actual letters, Ms. Mackall did give in to the temptation to take a peek at them in the trunk. She found a treasure trove of not just stacks of letters, but also Christmas and Easter cards from different locations throughout Europe, along with medals and Bibles signed by FDR encouraging all servicemen to read scripture. That is when the seeds were planted for the author to write a fictionalized story based on the very real experiences her parents lived out during World War II. When Army Nurse Helen Eberhart and Army Doctor Frank Daley met on Easter Sunday of 1944, neither one of their lives would ever be the same. There was only a small window of time when the two of them were both stationed at the Army’s Battle Creek Training Camp. Despite having very little time to get to know each other, Frank decided he wanted to marry Helen. Overcoming her determination to never marry, along with the common knowledge that war marriages usually didn’t work out, was a big challenge for him. Frank was up to the task, and Helen agreed to be his bride! The Army seemed to work extra hard to make it difficult for service personnel to marry. Both Helen and Frank had to take a pay cut, just like all married military personnel at that time had to. They also were stationed very far apart, and couldn’t tell each other what country they were in. Helen and Frank attempted to devise a code they hoped the letter censors wouldn’t catch so they could tell each other their location. Other than the short time they had together when they first met, for the rest of the war Helen and Frank were not together, save for a couple of short rendezvous they were able to arrange. Instead they had a long distance marriage, and wrote over six hundred letters to each other. They ended each one with the phrase, “with love, wherever you are….” This book was the author’s own love letter to her parents, and it is an amazing story. With Love, Wherever You Are, traces the romance, separation hardships, and faith the couple relied on. You will view the ups and downs of the war through their eyes. Helen and Frank Daley were members of “The Greatest Generation”—the group of people who grew up during the Great Depression, served in World War II, and then returned home to rebuild America and start families. They were dependable and hard working, not seeking fame or ambition, but did all they did because it was the "right thing to do," as journalist Tom Brokaw pointed out. I highly recommend this 5 plus star book to everyone. Tyndale House Publishing has provided bookreadingtic with a complimentary copy of With Love, Wherever You Are, for the purpose of review. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255.
Tuesday, March 7, 2017 With Love, Wherever You Are by Dandi Daley Mackall, © 2017 My Review: I thoroughly enjoyed the detail in this story with letters interspersed. The opening began with the announcement of the attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. Helen Eberhart is going to nurses' training in Illinois. Frank Daley is in medical school in Missouri. This is their story. War brought changes they didn't expect. They thought they would continue in their regular pursuit of medical degrees. Helen enlists as an Army nurse. Frank enlisted with a deferment to finish his residency. Both are initially assigned to a hospital in Michigan to treat wounded soldiers. I like the conversations and silent thoughts shared like you're right there with them. It is like reading a diary as it happens, rather than when it is written down and a memory. The compassion and care they give others return to them multifold. The interaction is wonderful. It is difficult to leave the story and wait for the time to return to it. I would give this story a rating of 5+++. Honesty and openness blossoms into a love story for ever and a day. Historical fiction is my very favorite read... and, especially, when it is written about someone dear-at-heart, which this story certainly is by the author. You will want to savor this keeper story. ***Thank you, Tyndale Blog Network for sending a copy of this novel. This review was written in my own words. No other compensation was received.***
WITH LOVE, WHEREVER YOU ARE is based on the author's parents' true life experiences. Dandi Daley Mackall did a masterful job creating complex characters who came alive and touched this heart. WITH LOVE, WHEREVER YOU ARE is the story of her parents love affair, quick marriage, and Romance during WWII. Helen Eberhart was a nurse. Frank was a doctor. Together they worked to keep their marriage healthy through letters during long separations, especially in Europe amidst war. This is a character-driven story, yet a suspenseful page-tuner that pulled me through quickly, wondering how life would fare for all the characters. This book is marketed to adults, but it is an accessible and appropriate read for teens, too. Tyndale House Publishers sent me an ARC for a fair and unbiased review.
Uplifting and endearing, With Love, Wherever You Are tells the real-life story of the romance between the author’s parents. With spunk and humor, Frank and Helen navigate the hardships, loss, and dangers of war. Dandi Daley Mackall paints a sweet but accurate picture, and I was hooked. Thoroughly engaging!
This book is very well written with characters of great faith and love. It should give us all hope and faith in our hearts for our everyday life. I would recommend this bood as a "must read".