Home Fire

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Home Fire Books review, special features and comparisons

Hardcover, 276 pages

Published:  August 15th 2017 by Riverhead Books

Original Title: Home Fire

ISBN:  0735217688 (ISBN13: 9780735217683)

Edition Language: English

Literary Awards: Man Booker Prize Nominee for Longlist (2017), Costa Book Award Nominee for Novel (2017), Women’s Prize for Fiction (2018), Goodreads Choice Award Nominee for Fiction (2017)

Summery 

The suspenseful and heartbreaking story of an immigrant family driven to pit love against loyalty, with devastating consequences

Isma is free. After years of watching out for her younger siblings in the wake of their mother’s death, she’s accepted an invitation from a mentor in America that allows her to resume a dream long deferred. But she can’t stop worrying about Aneeka, her beautiful, headstrong sister back in London, or their brother, Parvaiz, who’s disappeared in pursuit of his own dream, to prove himself to the dark legacy of the jihadist father he never knew. When he resurfaces half a globe away, Isma’s worst fears are confirmed.

Then Eamonn enters the sisters’ lives. Son of a powerful political figure, he has his own birthright to live up to—or defy. Is he to be a chance at love? The means of Parvaiz’s salvation? Suddenly, two families’ fates are inextricably, devastatingly entwined, in this searing novel that asks: What sacrifices will we make in the name of love?

Quotes

“For girls, becoming women was inevitability; for boys, becoming men was ambition”

“Grief was what you owed the dead for the necessary crime of living on without them.”

“Everything else you can live around, but not death. Death you have to live through.”

“Grief manifested itself in ways that felt like anything but grief; grief obliterated all feelings but grief; grief made a twin wear the same shirt for days on end to preserve the morning on which the dead were still living; grief made a twin peel stars off the ceiling and lie in bed with glowing points adhered to fingertips; grief was bad-tempered, grief was kind; grief saw nothing but itself, grief saw every speck of pain in the world; grief spread its wings large like an eagle, grief huddled small like a porcupine; grief needed company, grief craved solitude; grief wanted to remember, wanted to forget; grief raged, grief whimpered; grief made time compress and contract; grief tasted like hunger, felt like numbness, sounded like silence; grief tasted like bile, felt like blades, sounded like all the noise of the world. Grief was a shape-shifter, and invisible too; grief could be captured as reflection in a twin’s eye. Grief heard its death sentence the morning you both woke up and one was singing and the other caught the song.”

“A man needed fire in his veins to burn through the world, not ice to freeze everything in place.”

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