Tagged Historical Fiction

Book Review: The Latecomers by Helen Klein Ross

Hollingwood had been built by Sarah’s grandfather, a governor of Connecticut who had drawn the plans for the house himself, which accounted for why the house wasn’t like any Bridey had seen. It was the biggest house in the town’s historical district, built with stones mined from the local quarries which weren’t around anymore. The house looked to Bridey like a house in a fairytale. It rambled this way and that, with long hallways and bow windows and several porches and sunrooms and a four-story octagonal turret. The windows at the top of the turret were arched and color-stained like…

Book Review: The Lost Letter by Jillian Cantor

The sudden cold butt of the gun against her temple surprised her. She didn’t even let out a cry before the man grabbed her arm, and the letters fell from her hands, onto the unblemished snow. In Austria in 1938 the Nazi party is gaining a foot-hold and Kristoff is forced to witness Jewish families…

Book Review: The Shadow Land by Elizabeth Kostova

People seem to believe that despair is the same as anguish, but it is not. It’s true that despair is surrounded by anguish, but at its core, despair is silent, a blank page. Alexandra ventured across the world to teach English in Bulgaria- a place she dreamed about together with her brother. After his disappearance…

Book Review: The Last Days of Night by Graham Moore

The lines were drawn. Everyone would have to choose a side. Everyone would join a network. Networks of light. Networks of people. Networks of power. Networks of money. Bringing together some of history’s most well known scientific inventors – Thomas Edison, Nikola Tesla, George Westinghouse and one important, though largely unknown, lawyer, Paul Cravath, Graham…

Book Review: The Muse by Jessie Burton

It was not large, and it had no frame. As an image, it was simple and at the same time not easily decipherable- a girl, holding another girl’s severed head in her hands on one side of the painting, and on the other, a lion, sitting on his haunches, not yet springing for the kill.…