Letters from Home
It's 1944, and although foreign battles are escalating, the war seems distant in every way to sensible college student Liz Stephens. That is, until her chance encounter with charming infantryman Morgan McClain at a USO dance in Chicago. Their deep connection feels mutual to Liz, but to her dismay, her bombshell roommate Betty is the one who promises to write the deploying soldier.
Singer Betty Cordell delights in the prospect of a dashing serviceman filling her life with adventure, marital bliss, and societal circles outranking her modest roots. It only makes sense for her to beg Liz for help penning an eloquent letter to Morgan, now bound for a dangerous front. After all, she's certain the beauty of Liz's ghostwritten prose would ensure a courtship as enviable as their roommate Julia's relationship with her beloved sailor–and Betty is right, though not how she foresees.
Likewise, Julia Renard's betrothal is more complicated than it appears. When tempting opportunities arise, the future she always envisioned as a devoted wife and mother risks derailment. And yet, as the Allies edge toward victory, every person–through heart-wrenching choices and life-altering letters–will discover within themselves profound courage, bittersweet hope, and the true meaning of home.
- Goodreads Choice Awards Semifinalist for Best Historical Fiction
- Must-read selection in Woman's Day magazine
- Reader's Digest Condensed Book Selection
- Doubleday and Literary Guild Book Club Selection
- Dixie Kane Memorial Award Winner
- Kay Snow Fiction Award Winner
- Touch of Magic Award Winner
- Golden Palm Award Winner
- Night Owl Reviews Top Pick
- Coffee Time Reviewer's Recommend Award
- Fresh Fiction Fresh Pic
Behind the Story
During a weekend visit several years ago, I interviewed my maternal grandmother for the biographical section of a self-published cookbook intended as a Christmas gift for the family. It was then that I learned that she and my late grandfather had dated only twice before they married during World War II, and that their relationship had developed almost entirely through an exchange of letters. She then pulled from her closet the sailor's yellowed and wrinkled pages, each filled with the heartfelt words of an eighteen-year-old farm boy who didn't know if he would ever make it back.
On the drive home, I began to wonder how well you could really know someone through letters alone. What if my grandparents had been less than truthful in those pages? But then I tucked the thoughts away, where they quietly simmered for years until a 1940s film brought them back into focus. Soon I had the premise for what would become my first novel, my own love letter of sorts to an incredible generation we're losing much too quickly.