The Time Between
by Karen White
352 pages
Published June 4, 2013
I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this, but I am a huge World War II nerd. In undergrad, my second major was in History, and I managed to take every WWII-related class offered by the History department. Allow me to select my own topic for a history paper and I will gladly hash out 10+ pages on some topic related to WWII. I can’t tell you why I’m so fascinated with that era in particular — it’s just something that has piqued my interest and scholarship for as long as I can remember.
But this is supposed to be a book review, right? Right. I return to familiar territory with this selection. Karen White’s new release, The Time Between, hit bookstores in June. I’m usually thrilled about any of her novels, but this was a book after my own heart. Why? Because the backstory of one of her protagonists is set in Hungary, 1944. A country allied with the Axis Powers but fighting the Nazi invasion. Some WWII history thrown into Karen’s Southern tale? Yes, please!
From the author’s website:
“Thirty-four-year-old Eleanor Murray is consumed by guilt for causing the accident that paralyzed her sister–and for falling in love with her sister’s husband. But when her boss offers her a part-time job caring for his elderly aunt, Helena, Eleanor accepts, hoping this good deed will help atone for her mistakes.
On Edisto Island, Eleanor bonds with Helena over their mutual love of music. Drawing the older woman out of her depression, Eleanor learns of her life with her sister in Hungary before and during World War II. She hears tales of passion and heartache, defiance and dangerous deception. And when the truth of Helena’s and her sister’s actions comes to light, Eleanor may finally allow herself to move past guilt and to embrace the song that lies deep in her heart…”
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Karen White creates magic with her storytelling. I hated putting this book down for even a minute. When I did, my mind would drift back to Eleanor and Helena, yearning to read the rest of their story. As I read the epilogue, my eyes filled with tears as I smiled (because yes, there is a happy ending) but I also knew I was saying goodbye to characters whose stories touched my heart. Yet even as closed the cover, I knew it wasn’t a complete goodbye. I’ll see Eleanor and Helena again soon. Because with a book this good, I can’t NOT reread it 😉