My Review:Allie’s second husband is killed tragically when his 18-wheeler crashes into the rocks near their home in Cape San Blas—the tanker was full of fuel and the explosion could be seen on overhead satellites. She’d already lost the beloved waterfront restaurant her parents started and now losing her husband, no matter how unfulfilling their marriage was, might just push her over the edge.
Joseph’s time in Vietnam left him with scars that never seemed to heal. No matter how he’s tried to love or what he’s tried to do since then, he can’t pull himself out of the wreckage of his former life. His trust and security shaken, he isolates himself in a cabin. But every morning, he faithfully pours two cups of coffee, drinking his while he sits with the second, and then pouring out the full cup.
It’s no small coincidence that Joseph found a mother and her two young children lost in the woods near his cabin. Or that when he helps them return to family in Florida, he’s near enough to see that explosion. Near enough to know it’s close to home. Near enough to know that his childhood sweetheart needs him.
The years have built so much distance between them, but it’s the secrets that may be their final undoing. Send Down the Rain reminds us of the beauty of truth . . . and the power of love to wash away the past.
Roll every cliche in and about contemporary womens' literature into one book and you would probably have a pretty close facsimile to this book. I was expecting more after reading and loving The Mountain Between Us (read the book, don't bother with the movie) but this was so cheesy. I also didn't like its "message" that you are a horrible person and traitor if you disagree with and/or protest war. This book was like one long commercial in support of the military, which is not a bad thing but things are not always so black and white. I also didn't like the treatment of immigrants and found portions of this book to be quite insensitive to people of color. I would not recommend it.
Send Down the Rain came out earlier this month on May 8, 2018, and you can purchase HERE.
The military would fly me home to deliver my men to their families. Sometimes it was just me and one casket. One time it was me and twelve caskets. I'd leave over there, fly thirty-six hours, deliver my friends, or their pieces, to their loved ones, fly thirty-six hours back alone, land, hope on a helo, and they'd drop me back in the jungle. Somewhere in the process the place in my heart that felt things like love and desire died. It just quit feeling.