Top positive review
Reviewed in the United States on April 13, 2019
I tend to finish books after I’ve gone to bed, and my mind is fuzzy, my body is totally relaxed, and I can’t think of a clever way to tell why I enjoyed the book I’ve just read. Let me just say that Kristin Hannah is one of my new favorite authors. The first book I read of hers is the latest one published, and my fuzzy brain can’t remember the name of it. Something about being alone in Alaska. It was a masterpiece. Home Again tells a completely different story about a 16-year-old girl and a 17-year-old boy who fell in love, but through a fearful, heartbreaking development separated from one another. Their lives changed completely, affecting the lives of two other people dear to them. The girl became a successful cardiologist who specialized in heart transplants, and was the single mother of a troubled daughter in her teens. The boy became a famous movie star with a wild boy reputation whose brother chose to serve the God he loved as a priest. The brother became a close friend of the doctor and her daughter, helping them through hard times. All their lives came together when wild movie star has a massive heart attack due to his party life of drugs and alcohol and sex. He has to go back home to Seattle for a heart transplant, and you can guess who his doctor is. Complicating everything is the fact unknown to both doctor’s daughter and movie star, they are father and daughter.
Hannah does a superb job of fleshing out the characters, using word and phrases that make the reader feel the anger, the disappointment, the longing, the regret, the fear, and the love all so deeply felt by each person in the story.
I guess I could have just given the book five stars and said, “It’s a really good book, I enjoyed reading it, and I think you’d like it too.” Then I could have gone to sleep faster. No, it’s worth more than empty, flippant words. I doo have to,say, though, that it’s a good book by a talented author, and I thoroughly enjoyed it and hope you do, too. Oops, there i said it again. I’d better quit before I start writing in my sleep.