I loved this book and gobbled it up greedily. The story switches between Jerry and Adele, World War 1 vets who are trying to find their purpose in a world that looks very different than what they left behind, and present day Cassie who is forced to examine her past and look to her future when a chance discovery shakes her foundation. Genevieve Graham has cemented herself as an instant-buy for me with Bluebird. But the city is in the grip of Prohibition, which brings exciting opportunities as well as new dangerous conflicts that threaten to destroy everything they have fought for. When they cross paths one day, they have a chance to start over.

In the midst of war, she’s a welcome reminder of home, and when Jerry is sent back to the front, he can only hope that he’ll see his bluebird again.īy war’s end, both Jerry and Adele return home to Windsor, scarred by the horrors of what they endured overseas.

As Jerry recovers, he forms a strong connection with Adele, who is from a place near his hometown of Windsor, along the Detroit River. After Jerry is badly wounded in an explosion, he finds himself in a Belgium field hospital under the care of Adele Savard, one of Canada’s nursing sisters, nicknamed “Bluebirds” for their blue gowns and white caps. So when a cache of whisky labeled Bailey Brothers’ Best is unearthed during a local home renovation, Cassie hopes to find the answers she’s been searching for about the legendary family of bootleggers…Ĭorporal Jeremiah Bailey of the 1st Canadian Tunnelling Company is tasked with planting mines in the tunnels beneath enemy trenches. Genevieve Graham writes an ambitious and danger-filled novel of love, sacrifice and family that I couldn’t put down.Ĭassie Simmons, a museum curator, is enthusiastic about solving mysteries from the past, and she has a personal interest in the history of the rumrunners who ferried illegal booze across the Detroit River during Prohibition. “Jerry,” she whispered, disbelief sparkling in her blue eyes. He’d dreamed so many times of seeing her again, but never like this.

He knew what she saw: his face smeared with blood, his eyes bloodshot from exertion, his shirtfront drenched. Hugging his ribs against the pain, he turned toward Adele, taking in her pale beauty with anguish.

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