Silent Star by Tracie Peterson {Book Review}

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~ Description 

In the 1940s, the small Pennsylvania town of Haven is rather subdued with their young men facing battles in far-away Europe. Young Andy Gilbert, burdened with his job of delivering telegrams bringing the news of those missing or killed in action, faces the coming holidays with dread and discouragement. With each new message he must deliver- met by screaming mothers, grief-stricken wives, and weeping families--he longs to join the ranks of the numbered dead. Only one elderly woman recognizes the pain and suffering tormenting Andy--and it is through her wisdom that the stars again can shine for Andy and for a town that desperately needs the hope those stars represent.

A touching novella book from a bestselling novelist.


~ My Review

"Oh my, how heartbreaking!" was my first thoughts when I got a chapter or so into this book. And it certainly does hold a special sort of sadness. But there is hope, too. There's always hope. <3

The story—ahh, it turned out so sweet! Andy and Estella and Mary Beth... *hugs them all* The friendships were amazing. I enjoyed the story and the hints of what's to come. The only thing I needed at the end of the story was to find out what happened to Sammy...

Four blue stars out of five! 


I'm doing a mini book review nearly every day leading up to Christmas, in participation with the 12 Days of Christmas blog party. Be sure to check out Stories by Firefly for more Christmas fun! <3 

Comments

  1. Ryana LynnDecember 22, 2018 at 8:19 AM

    I have to read this! Never really considered how hard being the bearer of bad new must have been on them...

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  2. Showers of BlessingsDecember 23, 2018 at 12:05 AM

    Great mini book review! :)
    -Brooklyne

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