On the eve of Pearl Harbor, impetuous and overindulged, Lucy Stanhope, the granddaughter of an earl, is living a life of pampered luxury in Singapore until one reckless act will change her life forever.
Exiled to England to stay with an aunt she barely remembers, Lucy never dreamed that she would be one of the last people to escape Singapore before war engulfs the entire island, and that her parents would disappear in the devastating aftermath. Now grief stricken and all alone, she must cope with the realities of a grim, battle-weary England.
Then she meets Bill, a young evacuee sent to the country to escape the Blitz, and in a moment of weakness, Lucy agrees to help him find his mother in London. The unlikely runaways take off on a seemingly simple journey across the country, but her world becomes even more complicated when she is reunited with an invalided soldier she knew in Singapore.
Now Lucy will be forced to finally confront the choices she has made if she ever hopes to have the future she yearns for.
It’s not often that I change my opinion of a character so much as I did in The Way to London. Lucy is SUCH a spoiled little brat at the beginning of this–she thinks the world actually revolves around her and how DARE anyone suggest otherwise. Her spitfire spirit and love of gin were the only two things that appealed to me, and I was ready to cast this book off.
But, war is coming to Singapore, and she is all but shoved onto a boat back to England. Again…HOW DARE. Reality quickly sets in, and so does Lucy’s character development. It happens slowly throughout the story, but it’s a bit like a flower opening as she discovers what love is.
There is romance in this historical fiction novel, but the theme is more about finding your chosen family. Love takes all kinds of forms, in all kinds of people–not just between potential marriage partners. I certainly recommend this for lovers of WWII historical fiction!
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