The
Women – Kristen Hannah
I read
the Nightingale by Kristen Hannah, and it was intense. It was about surviving
the Holocaust and it was my favorite book of last year. I never wrote about it because…well…I wasn’t
writing.
I was
talking to a co-worker about ‘core pursuits.’ He asked what mine were. I don’t
know anymore, I said. I guess reading…I
used to write and take pictures. What
happened? I think I just got lazy. So, I
cancelled cable and have been reading more…still hope the writing will follow.
In an
attempt to not be lazy and since I LOVED the Nightingale, I grabbed her latest,
The Women.
"The women had a story to tell, even if the world wasn't
quite yet ready to hear it, and their story began with three simple words. - We
were there."
This
novel is of the Vietnam War and its effects in America. A novel of horrors, of
love, of courage and of betrayal, and the friendship of three Army nurses.
I love
Frankie’s character. Knowing that the world was changing, and she suddenly
dares to imagine a different future for herself. She went in thinking that she
needed to be on her father’s “Hero Wall”, but little did she know that she
would become her own hero.
This
book was brutal and yet sometimes beautiful. The way Frankie shows up and is in
way over her head and yet gradually turns into a total BADASS over time. It is
divided into two parts. Frankie's experience during the war and when she comes
home.
I loved
the first half of the book. I couldn’t
turn the pages fast enough. Then it
became a story of…now what? Just what does come after the adrenaline rush of
serving in a war? It is hard to read and
understand the deafening silence about the role women played in the war and
then how they were treated on the other side of it.
Growing
up, as a family, we would watch this TV show called MASH. It depicted Army doctors and nurses in
Korea. I thought of this show a few
times while reading this novel.
Overall,
it felt like a love letter to women…to nurses.
I enjoyed it and won’t forget all of the things we still need to do for
our veterans…and for the women who served.
Sometimes
brutal, sometimes beautiful. They were
there.
No comments:
Post a Comment