Zusatztext [A] memorable story of love and redemption. Library Journal All the world loves Kristin Hannah. Newsday Powerful, thought-provoking and emotionally complex. RT Book Reviews Informationen zum Autor Kristin Hannah is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of many acclaimed novels, including The Great Alone, The Nightingale, and Firefly Lane . She and her husband live in the Pacific Northwest. Klappentext "A tender, beautifully told story of emotional growth, forgiveness [and] the possibility of miracles."-Publishers Weekly (starred review) Madelaine Hillyard is a brilliant cardiologist at the top of her game. A loving but overworked single mom, she is constantly at odds with her confused and angry daughter, Lina, a teenage rebel desperate to find the father she has never known. He is Angel DeMarco, now a cynical, world-famous movie star, living a shallow, glittering life. When tragedy brings them all together, and Angel's damaged heart needs healing, Madelaine must face the betrayals of the past and find the courage to love again. Praise for Home Again "[A] memorable story of love and redemption."-Library Journal "Powerful, thought-provoking and emotionally complex."-RT Book Reviews Leseprobe Madelaine took a deep, steadying breath and marched into the lion's den. He was sleeping. Thank God. She stood in the doorway, uncertain for a second as to her best course of action. She could turn around and leave right now or she could wake him up and talk to him. Or she could sit down beside him and look at him. Just look. Quietly she closed the door shut behind her. Weak autumn sunlight shone through the small window, giving the room a respite from the cold impersonality of fluorescent lighting. The narrow, metal-framed bed cut the room in half. He lay as motionless as death, the washed-out gray sheeting tucked haphazardly across his chest. Dark brown hair lay in a tangled heap against the white cotton of the pillow. His chiseled face looked sunken and too thin; his lips were pale. A stubbly growth of black beard shadowed his triangular jaw and darkened his upper lip. Even so, he was so handsome he took her breath away. She sank unsteadily to the chair. For a second she couldn't think about his illness or what was at stake here. All she could think about was the past and how much she'd loved this man. He had swept her, laughing, into a whole new world. A world of lights and possibility and hope, a place where rules and responsibility didn't exist. She'd clung to him, giggling, believing, following wherever he led, so proud that hers was the hand he wanted to hold. She'd fallen in love with him in the wild, abandoned way that only teenagers could. Made excuses during the day to be together, sneaking from her father's austere house in the middle of the night. It was the first time she'd ever disobeyed her father, and it had made her feel recklessly confident. With the distance of so many years, she knew that she'd never really fallen in love with him, not in the way that lasts. She'd been consumed by his brushfire passion, transformed by him. There had been that night, under the old oak tree at Carrington Park.... They'd been lying in the grass, staring up at the night sky, wishing on stars, sharing their dreams, holding each other. But she'd known it was time to go home. Her father would be getting back from his business trip. She pulled away from him, staring down the long, darkened street. The thought of leaving him, returning to that cold house and her even colder father, made her feel almost sick with desperation. "I don't want to go back...." She realized instantly that she'd said too much. She held her breath, waiting for Angel to call her silly or stupid or childish--all ...

“[A] memorable story of love and redemption.”—Library Journal

“All the world loves Kristin Hannah.”—Newsday

“Powerful, thought-provoking and emotionally complex.”—RT Book Reviews

Autorentext

Kristin Hannah is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of many acclaimed novels, including The Great Alone, The Nightingale, and Firefly Lane. She and her husband live in the Pacific Northwest.

Klappentext

"A tender, beautifully told story of emotional growth, forgiveness [and] the possibility of miracles."-Publishers Weekly (starred review)

Madelaine Hillyard is a brilliant cardiologist at the top of her game. A loving but overworked single mom, she is constantly at odds with her confused and angry daughter, Lina, a teenage rebel desperate to find the father she has never known. He is Angel DeMarco, now a cynical, world-famous movie star, living a shallow, glittering life. When tragedy brings them all together, and Angel's damaged heart needs healing, Madelaine must face the betrayals of the past and find the courage to love again.

Praise for Home Again

"[A] memorable story of love and redemption."-Library Journal

"Powerful, thought-provoking and emotionally complex."-RT Book Reviews

Zusammenfassung
**NATIONAL BESTSELLER • From the author The Women, a moving, powerful novel about the fragile threads that bind together our lives and the astonishing potential of second chances

“A tender, beautifully told story of emotional growth, forgiveness [and] the possibility of miracles.”—Publishers Weekly, starred review**

Madelaine Hillyard is a world-famous heart surgeon at the top of her game. Her personal life is far less successful. A loving but overworked single mom, she is constantly at odds with her teenage daughter. At sixteen, Lina is confused, angry, and fast becoming a stranger to her mother—a rebel desperate to find the father who walked away before she was born. Complicating matters for Madelaine are the vastly different DeMarco brothers: While priest Francis DeMarco is always ready to lend a helping hand, his brother, Angel, long ago took on the role of bad boy. Years earlier Angel abandoned Madelaine—and fatherhood—to go in search of fame and fortune. His departure left Madelaine devastated, but now he reappears and seeks help from the very people he betrayed—as a patient in dire need.

Leseprobe
Madelaine took a deep, steadying breath and marched into the lion's den.

He was sleeping. Thank God.

She stood in the doorway, uncertain for a second as to her best course of action. She could turn around and leave right now or she could wake him up and talk to him. Or she could sit down beside him and look at him. Just look.

Quietly she closed the door shut behind her. Weak autumn sunlight shone through the small window, giving the room a respite from the cold impersonality of fluorescent lighting. The narrow, metal-framed bed cut the room in half.

He lay as motionless as death, the washed-out gray sheeting tucked haphazardly across his chest. Dark brown hair lay in a tangled heap against the white cotton of the pillow. His chiseled face looked sunken and too thin; his lips were pale. A stubbly growth of black beard shadowed his triangular jaw and darkened his upper lip.

Even so, he was so handsome he took her breath away.

She sank unsteadily to the chair. For a second she couldn't think about his illness or what was at stake here. All she could think about was the past and how much she'd loved this man.

He had swept her, laughing, into a whole new world. A world of lights and possibility and hope, a place where rules and responsibility didn't exist. She'd clung to him, giggling, believing, following wherever he led, so proud that hers was the hand he wanted to hold. She'd fallen in love with him in the wild, abandoned way that only teenagers could. Made excuses during the day to be together, sneaking from her father's austere house in the middle of the night. It was the first time she'd ever disobeyed her father, an…