I feel I’m cheating a bit with this pick of The Women by Kristen Hannah as my reading challenge choice as a book recommended by a fellow blogger. I have, after all, read a lot of Kristen Hannah and would have eventually picked this one up on my own, but WHO CARES? I was definitely inspired to move it up a bit in the rotation, one would say, by Bob at Bob on Books who even chose it as one of his Best of 2024. That’s high praise.
Synopsis
Hailing from a highly respected family with deep military roots, Frankie McGrath grew up believing in heroism, having long admired the family pictures of servicemen on her father’s “wall of heroes.” When her brother, Finley, signs up as a helicopter pilot for the Vietnam War, Frankie chooses to follow him in the only capacity in which she can, as an army nurse stationed in the thick of the turmoil. Though completely ill-prepared, Frankie arrives in Vietnam during a mass casualty event, finding herself thrust into a trial-by-fire situation in which she must endure the most horrifying tests of her courage and endurance or crumple into a heap.
The novel follows Frankie through the horrors of war back to the States where she must endure a new kind of hell, a world that has no respect or understanding for what she’s been through and has no desire to help her come to terms with the things she’s seen and experienced.
Review
I love Kristen Hannah, but let me say this. She does not hold anything back. This is a novel of war, and Vietnam was a particularly brutal and controversial war. Hannah spares her readers nothing. There were times I wondered how any one person could ever mentally or emotionally survive the things Frankie endures during the war. Just when I thought it was bad, it got worse. But that’s what makes this novel so powerful. It’s raw, visceral, and the intent is to make you want to look away from the mental images placed in your head. What’s important is that these moments inspire in us the ability to truly empathize with those heroes who went off to war and came back utterly broken only to be ostracized and vilified at home.
Hannah also doesn’t spare us a deep-dive look into the controversy. She presents the war as it truly was: a senseless, poorly-executed, and patently immoral fuck-up of epic proportions. She does, however, place the blame on the shoulders of those who should have borne it rather than the people sent by the higher-ups to fight such a senseless war. Honestly, put into perspective it becomes so much more tragic realizing so many lives were lost for nothing.
Probably the most poignant aspect of this novel is its treatment of women during the Vietnam war. Their presence was completely and utterly overlooked. These nurses who often had to treat the wounded while their camp was actively being bombed came home looking for assistance with PTSD only to be told that “there were no women in Vietnam,” even by veterans and veterans’ aid groups who should have known better. The way Frankie and her fellow nurses (and other women who served in other capacities) were treated after showing acts of uncommon valor was utterly infuriating, and that’s actually an understatement. There’s also a very powerful family element here that shows the intense strain placed upon Frankie’s relationship with her very traditional parents who seem utterly incapable of embracing the true Frankie, a woman so obviously the antithesis of the debutante daughter they thought they’d raised. The way each family member processes their own separate grief and trauma with bumbling imperfection just accentuates the authenticity of this novel.
For the most part, I loved the way Hannah handled all aspects of the war and the way it followed Frankie home to the United States. She’s such an effective story teller, and she’s crafts her characters and their imperfections deftly and with a purpose. I could have done without some aspects of the love triangle. I would have preferred one of the men be removed entirely because he only provided more frustration in an already frustrating story. Sadly, there was a lot of realism in his character. I’m certainly not complaining about authenticity. The remaining love story arc I found to be a bit predictable, but in this book it was more of a needed sigh of relief. Everything else was so dark and dreary it’s nice to be thrown a tiny little lifeline to relieve some tension.
Overall, I’m very glad I read this book. It will stick with me for a long time and I will recommend it, especially to lovers of historical fiction. I will do so carefully, however, because it’s only suited for those with thick armor against intense brutality.
Published February 6, 2024 by Macmillan Audio. ISBN 9781250317957. Runtime 14 hrs, 57 mns. Narrated by Julie Whelan.
The Island of Dr. Moreau was published by H.G. Wells in 1896. At the time, it wasn’t exactly welcomed by many sectors of society, many finding it blasphemous and too horrendous for print. (Wonder how those people would have felt about The Human Centipede.) In my words, that’s called being “ahead of your time.” This story of an eccentric doctor who has hidden out on his private island in order to enact some horrific experiments on all forms of living creature, including humans, was certainly shocking in its day, but he certainly wasn’t the first to question the ethical boundaries of scientific research. The people pissed about this one had been pissed for the whole of the 19th century at that point, so nobody really cared what they thought.
Forgive me if I quickly blaze through my next few reviews. I’ve been moving lately and life has been so chaotic. I find myself at the final hour trying to finish my books and reviews for my reading challenge this year. I’m going to make it, but my reviews might not be quite as well-thought-out as I usually attempt.
In my quest to check off more titles on my reading challenge at the last minute, I’ll add this one for my alliterative author pick. It was also the book club selection for Read Between the Wines this month, chosen by me. I did a bit of double dipping, as you can see. Having been feeling a lot of weight in the things I was reading and experiencing, I decided a nice YA title would be a good choice. It wasn’t exactly light, but I certainly could have chosen worse. And a good fantasy is able to pull me out of the overwhelming nature of reality.
I hope you came here for unpopular opinions, because I’m about to throw one at you. I’m not a big Mark Twain fan. I know, I know, but hear me out… It’s not his ideas. I love the concept of his books. He was ahead of his time, and I think satire is a very effective tool as a force for change. Humor has healing properties, and writers like Mark Twain were positively revolutionary in the world of literature. I value his books and his ideas very much. I just don’t care for his writing style and didn’t exactly enjoy reading his work. I’m sorry, Mark. Please don’t haunt me. Hannibal really isn’t that far from here.
Yes, this will be an actual book review. While my last two reviews were stark reminders of how truly FORKED the United States is, this book is like basking in the warmth of the sun on a sandy beach with a margarita in hand and no worries in your head. In case you are in need of a respite from the perils of the world, look no further than this charming contemporary romance.
This is the second book that it makes me sad to read in the era of Donald Trump’s second reign of terror. But… this time, I’m going to take a different tone. Less “burn it to the ground” and more “let’s start rebuilding.” I’ve spent the last 24 hours reflecting on this book. I loved The House on the Cerulean Sea. This whole series is full of wonderful and quirky characters who I desperately wish I could know in real life. It’s a celebration of the weird and wonderful, and it’s a call for unity in the face of division. Honestly, as a review portion I’m just going to say I adore this book, the follow-up to House on the Cerulean Sea. Everything, just everything, is sweet, profound, beautiful, heartwarming, and perfect. I can not pick a favorite character, especially amongst the children because they are amazing. And Daniel Henning, the narrator, I’m speechless. Give the man an award. Give him ALL the money. There you go, there’s your review. Now the rest is going to be another one of my essays because I’ve got a lot of things to say lately.
It makes me tremendously sad to review this book at the moment. Here we have yet another incredible work of literature that celebrates those women throughout history who toiled and fought for the respect they should be given only to be time and time again weighed down by the prejudices of men. And I’m reviewing it at a time in which more than half of my countrymen and women have once again turned our country over to the hands of a cruel, sexist, racist imbecile who only emboldens those with old antiquated ideas of women’s subservience to men. As we speak there’s some ignorant sociopath making jokes about ownership of women’s bodies based solely on the presence of the tiny penis in his trousers. Who am I kidding? There are millions of these ignorant trolls and they feel validated, vindicated, and invincible. Out of the shadows they slink to stand in the light as they once did and they laugh at those who fear for the future of their civil liberties and sense of safety.
Real life has been a little daunting lately. As such, I have done quite a bit of reading but very little reviewing. I just can’t get my mind back in the game for some reason. I fear with how the next few months will go that will get much worse, but I’ll do my best. I am determined to finish my reading challenge, so I’m going to try my best for that final push. With so many reviews on deck, I’ve found myself having to think back very hard about some reads to remind myself of what they were even about. Sadly, some books just don’t leave an impression and thoughts get muddled afterward. This one, however, is not one of those books. 
I am currently reading two novels. The first is Love and Fury by Samantha Silva. This is a novel about the birth of Mary Shelley and the very brief amount of time she had with her mother before the elder’s passing. Literally, it begins with the midwife showing up at the door of a currently-in-labor Mary Wollstonecraft as she’s about to welcome her second daughter into the world. 

First of all, I want to pick up a copy of our next Read Between the Wines book club selection, The Giver of Stars by Jojo Moyes. I have read some of Moyes’ other work and enjoyed them, so I’m looking forward to picking this one up.