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This novel is different. Its closest comparisons are Bridges of Madison County, Snow Falling on Cedars, or Message in a Bottle; but this story is deeper, and more powerful…
Jason Fitzgerald, an army pilot, is stationed in Korea, or, Chosun, “Land of the Morning Calm.” Jason has no interest in Koreans or their culture. He assumes Korean history began with his arrival in Seoul--missing the truth by a mere 5,000 years. Worse, he considers Korean women “disposable necessities.” Jason has much to learn.
Miss Lee Kwang Young has much to teach. Raised to respect and observe Korea’s rich customs and culture, she also represents the emerging Asian woman. These women will no longer accept a traditional “pillow-role,” or to heed the injunction “Be seen beautifully, but heard never.” Quite the contrary, unlike Jason’s bar girls, Miss Lee is educated, self-confident, witty, independent. . . and dangerously curious about the western world.
Normally, American soldiers and Korean civilians don’t meet or interact. Koreans consider American soldiers barbarians. The soldiers view Korean culture as bizarre. However, Fate intercedes placing Miss Lee’s Asian curiosity directly in the path of Jason’s astounding ignorance. This volatile mixture fuels conflict, humor, love, and change.
"Quote from works" (1-2 paragraphs) SELECT the online store and add ISBN (above) and we'll creThe Result? A mutual journey neither seeks, expects, nor can control. Awaiting them are: Prejudice, Taboo, Joy, Tears, Anger, Culture-clash, Intriguing Characters, Exotic Locations, and their increasingly intricate relationship?puzzle. At journey’s end awaits a surprising truth: despite their adventures, challenges and choices, they’ve become…“what they wanted, and, what they feared . . . . Hearts of the Morning Calm.”
Morning sunlight struggled through the frosted single-pane window, was filtered by the tattered yellow curtain, and drifted genially across the bed, covering us with a new day. Beside me, Young stirred. Her eyes flickered and closed. A drowsy semi-smile crossed her lips. Her arm lay draped across my chest; she hugged me fleetingly.
I closed my eyes and lightly pressed her hand.
We were committed. Our path was set. We stood alone, daring Fate. We were implausible lovers from impossible worlds, defying what should be, hoping for what could be, awaiting what would be.
Victims of life’s cruel machinations, we had become what we wanted and, what we feared…hearts of the morning calm.