I don't think that I've ever been so moved by a book as when I began to read "The Nightingale" by Kristin Hannah. I don't find all the appropriate words to praise this book and its authoress, but I can share a quote here with you which shows once again what quilts are made for. But again, this book is extraordinary. It's the story of two sisters in German-occupied France during World War II.
"In her son's bedroom (no, not her son's) she moved like a sleepwalker, picking up his few clothes and gathering his belongings. A threadbare stuffed monkey whose eyes had been loved off, a piece of petrified wood he'd found by the river last summer, and a quilt Vianne had made from scraps of clothes he'd outgrown. On its back, she'd embroidered "To our Daniel, love Maman, Papa, and Sophie."
She remembered when he'd first read it and said,"Is Papa coming back?" and she'd nodded and told him that families had a way of finding their way home."
