Letters From Home by Kristina McMorrisMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
I can be such a book snob sometimes.
I don't know what's gotten into me, but before I picked up Letters From Home, there were thoughts forming in my head, which eventually stuck with me through the first pages of the book. Maybe it was instinct or just one of my mood swings.
But seriously though, I can't remember what happened in the first chapters. Unless I give my memory some time to settle down.
I remembered plowing through the words, fighting an upstream battle.
I also remembered sucking in deep breaths, closing my eyes and smiling, and crying my heart out, in all the right moments.
Liz's character was a bit pale for me, despite of how the novel kinda revolved around her. I expected more from her and, okay, the other characters too. What stood out in the novel was the war and how it changes lives, changes us in ways we don't even know we can, and how powerful a few words can affect us. It reminded me of I Had Seen Castles, but somewhat more hopeful than that.
Letters in those days was there life line, the parcel of hope they cling to when the world is falling away, when life is draining at their feet. It guided them back home.
Although I was not impressed with the letters Liz wrote - pales in comparison to the letters from Jojo Moyes' The Last Letter From Your Lover, or maybe the writers poured out their throes of passion in them, different from Liz & Morgan's letter.
Still, it was heartbreaking but beautifully crafted to reach just the right ending, for Liz, for Betty, for Julia, for Morgan and for Charlie.
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