This book ripped me to pieces.
Wiley Cash, bestselling author of A Land More Kind Than Home says, “If Calling Me Home were a young woman, her grandmother would be To Kill a Mockingbird, her sister would be The Help, and her cousin would be The Notebook. But even with such iconic relatives, Calling Me Home stands on her own.”
This man could not be more right. I do not think I’ve ever read a more accurate description of any book.
“Calling Me Home,” is a story about friendship in unlikely places, forbidden love, and standing on your own two feet when everyone else is begging for you to fall. Isabelle and Dorrie have 40 years between the two of them, but they couldn’t be more perfect friends. The two met when Dorrie became Isabelle’s hairdresser, but after quite a few years they’ve become part of each others family. The two ladies take a road trip from Texas to Cincinnati, and that’s where Isabelle and Dorrie share their stories. Beginning in 1940 in rural Kentucky, all the way to 2015 in Texas, these two women listen, talk, cry, and laugh their way through their testimonies.
Dealing with racism, teen pregnancy, and the quest for a good man; these two ladies will keep you up late wanting to find out more. There are a few twists along the way (as if it weren’t interesting enough), and this book is guaranteed to stay with you for days after you’ve finished.
(above, reading at Yosemite last weekend)