Joan P. "On May 5 she is scheduled for a reading and book signing right here in Arlington - I intend to speak to her then and get my book signed. I'm there!"
Oh how exciting it will be for you to meet our author in person!!
I have completed the book and must say am very pleased with the final chapters. I generally am irritated with the happily ever after ending so expected in most love stories, but I must say H.S. did a splendid job in drawing us into the final chapters rooting for the Major and Mrs. Ali. I saw the Major as a very endearing, loving, caring man, husband, friend and father. Yes, he points out some of his flaws in raising Roger, but in the end it influenced Roger to at least have hope that love can prevail, even though our Roger seemed to still have an angle in contacting Sandy.
I am happy Abdul Wahid and Anmina did not end up married. I was so hoping she would not marry for the sake of the child at this stage. She could tell she and Abdul Wahid were not compatible even though she did love him. I agree they would have grown to resent each other and not be happy. It shows that in today's world couples are less inclined to marry for the sake of a child and family shame.
Poor Wahid, he struggled with his faith and his life and actually thought he could set the entire scene to die and believe it was in his God's hands. I loved the relationship he and the Major had. Roger could see it was a relationship he so wanted with his father and I was glad to see Roger made the effort in the end to let his father know how much he meant to him.
So...now for the guns! I suspected the pair of guns did not really hold an emotional value to the Major as much as the fact he NEEDED to feel he was more important to his father than his brother by expecting the pair of guns to be given to him just because he was the first born. How many times have we personally felt or known someone who just had to have that personal item of the deceased parent, yet then they store it in the attic never to really pay any attention to it once they have it? My Italian Daddy was killed in a train accident when I was just barely two years old. I was the second youngest in line of seven so I can say I didn't know him and his possessions that were treasured by my Mom and sisters and one brother sort of seemed like and enigma growing up. Then when I grew up and had a family of my own, watching my three children with my husband I realized what I had lost out on. I really yearned to have something that was his and my one sister was kind enough to give to me a picture of him, a newspaper clipping of the accident and a copy of his birth certificate. I have his picture sitting out so I can always look at it and see myself a little in his eyes. He was Italian and loved to play his guitar and sing songs to us in Italian as I am told. Well, needless to say the guitar seemed to be the one item that held the most emotional tie to his memory and my sister kept it for years when it was suppose to be given to the only son, our brother. My brother learned to play and sing and is pretty good at it and I would like to one day see him with the guitar. So I guess the guitar is the same as the gun set. It turns out to be one item the father held near and dear and wanted to share with the son as the mother wanted for the son/sons.
I was so happy when Roger said he did not sell the pair of guns. It showed for whatever his motives he in the end grew to understand the semblance of family loyalty.
H.S. did a marvelous job in writing a story that dealt with so many different facets of life, father/son, unwed/unwanted pregnancies, interracial relationships, snobbery, friendship, death, moving on into your later years and accepting ageing, unspoken truths, faith, etc., etc. As a writer myself who hopes to publish a novel one day, she has shown me its never too late to achieve your goals in life.
Ciao for now~