The Small Stone
Is any ripple of water greater than another? Even a small stone makes a swell in the water It is not I that should ponder its rings and route But thank God that the stone has been cast out. - CKSharpe
This corner holds the story that break us open a little and stays with us long after.
Broken Pieces — brotherhood across difference, the courage of women on the home front, faith and grit in the face of the unendurable, the cost of survival, and the long, hard road home.
If you’ve ever held a family together when you were breaking inside, Broken Pieces will feel like someone finally wrote your strength onto the page.
It’s the kind of novel women pass to their sisters, their daughters, their best friends with a quiet, urgent “You have to read this.” Because inside these pages are the women we know:
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the ones who love fiercely and lose quietly
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the ones who wait for news that could shatter them
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the ones who carry the weight of everyone else’s hope
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the ones who rebuild what life tries to destroy
And the men they love... husbands, brothers, sons... fighting battles far from home while the women fight the ones no one sees. It’s raw. It’s tender. It’s breathtakingly human. It's a story of war, yes... but even more, a story of women who refuse to let their families fall apart, even when the world does.
If you want a book that will make you feel, make you remember, make you believe in the power of ordinary men and women doing extraordinary things, then Broken Pieces is the one you grab, curl up with, and don’t put down until your heart has been beautifully wrecked and stitched back together...
"You keep loving across the ocean the same way you keep breathing… not because you know how, but because stopping is not something the body knows how to do."...
A fictional pull quote from Broken Pieces. For readers of WWII women's fiction, military family love stories, and historical novels about the endurance of the human heart during impossible times."
One of the things I most wanted to capture in Broken Pieces was the emotional reality of love that has to survive at a distance… love stretched across an ocean, a continent, a waiting that stretches on for weeks, months, and sometimes longer”. ―C.K. Sharpe