My first lines comes today from a book I plan to start this weekend, When We Were Young and Brave by Hazel Gaynor. I was lucky enough to order it in large print from the library.
“We didn’t talk about it afterward. Not to loved ones, or to neighbors who stared at us from across the street, or to the newspapermen who were curious to know more about these lost children, returned from the war in the East like ghosts come back into the lives we’d once known.”
Set in WWII, one of my favorite times to read about, this novel promises to be an enjoyable read. Won’t you join in and read it with me?