When I read the synopsis of the book, it sounded like a very run-of-the-mill-kind story. But I picked it up solely because I absolutely loved the author’s other book, The Nightingale. Her writing style, how she developed her characters of the two sisters, the dramatic WWII setting et al. I was absolutely in awe. I knew I had to read another one.
“From the moment they meet, Angie sees something special in Lauren. They form a quick connection, this woman who is desperate for a daughter and the girl who has never known a mother’s love. When Lauren is abandoned by her mother, Angie doesn’t hesitate to offer the girl a place to stay. But nothing could have prepared Angie for the far-reaching repercussions of this act of kindness. In a dramatic turn of events, she and Lauren will be tested in a way that mothers and daughters seldom are. Together they will embark on an intensely moving, deeply emotional journey to the very heart of what it means to be a family.”
Truth be told, I kept at this story till the end only because I had great expectations from her. But the story and the writing style just didn’t sound like her. I had to remind myself a number of times that it was Kristin Hannah and not Jodi Picoult.
There were some sections of the book that I totally loved. Liked Angie’s parallel story with her husband or how her Mama kept talking to her Papa. It was very endearing and the author did manage to get the readers to look for their tissues. Other than that, it was very one dimensional and been-there-done-that!
I feel that I am biased against the book only because I found The Nightingale fabulous. But then, that’s also the reason why I picked this book up in the first place.
My rating: 3/5