Book Tour: Home by Eleni McKnight

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Suzannah is an average handmaiden. She is 14 years old and her whole life she has been taught that women have no purpose other than what the men give them. She lives in the commune, Home, run by Deacon and his chosen Elders. If a woman turns 17 without being chosen to wed, she is turned away from the society and banished to be a whore and work the hard labor camps. When Suzannah accidentally sees Silas, the doctors eldest son, naked, she fears she will be turned out for being impure. When word reaches the communes leaders, Suzannah is publicly shamed, disowned by her family and forced to serve Silas to practice the skills she would need as a wife and atone for her sin. From the first day working in Silas’s familys home, Suzannah realizes they are not like anyone else in Home. The doctor treats his family fairly, as equals and they start to show Suzannah about the reality of the world she has been lied to about her whole life. Can they show her truth, respect and love and will she accept it?

I enjoyed this story, very much. I am a big fan of dystopian books and this was a good one. The author created a world that is not inconceivable. In an unspecified time at least 150 years from now, a war divided America and devastated a portion of the land. Home exists in a ruined portion. Its leaders have convinced the residents that outside the walls of the commune, cannibals and the undead roam the land and leaving would surely kill them. They are taught that no other humans still exists aside from the monsters. Deacon claims to speak with The Master, and uses a perverted version of the bible he created to control his followers.

The state of todays civilization makes it easy for me to see a future like this coming to pass. Religion is often perverted by men to gain power. There will always be men who subjugate women and people afraid to step outside the status quo. The author created a story that flowed easily for me and captured my attention and I read it in one sitting. In many ways I was reminded of the Divergent series with a more modern take on the Handmaid’s Tale. I hope there will be more to Suzannah’s story.

I would like to thank the author for the opportunity to read this book in exchange for an honest review.

4 out of 5 stars.

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The next night after dinner, I went to the Maars’quarters to clean Silas’s room.
“I got it,” Silas said.
“You got what-“ I saw a book in his lap. It was a giant book, covered in pictures. I had seen
pictures before, but they were in school. They were rare, we didn’t have the technology to make photographs anymore. The book said LIFE in large white letters.
“Silas!” I cried. “What are you doing with that? You know you’ll get in trouble if they find out you have it!”
“No, I won’t,” he said. “They don’t even notice if we keep it hidden.”
“Books are rare!”
“No, they’re not,”he chuckled. “They’ve got a whole room full of books in the Elder’s wing. On shelves and stacked on top of each other in giant piles.”
“A whole room?” I repeated, trying to imagine it. “Is that where you got these?”
“Yeah, ” he said, flipping through the book. “There’s thousands of books. Tens of thousands. Maybe even a hundred thousand!”
“You’re making that up,” I said.
He showed me a beautiful printed page. It had yellowed a bit, the edges were dog-eared. I felt a chill; I never was allowed to handle something as precious as a book before. I had learned to read by a chalkboard and it helped when there were directions painted on the walls of the laundry and the directions on the cooking cards. This was special and sacred, and Silas was letting me handle it like the bag of laundry I picked up every night. I looked at the page on the book: in the middle, a picture was in black and white of a group of women dressed in pantsuits, like the mechanics in our commune, standing by some large metal thing. They were grinning, proud, brandishing tools, not ashamed to be forced into wearing pants like the hard labor whores were forced to, their hair under colorful red
patterned bandanas.
Women Airforce Service Pilots (WASPs)
I blinked.
“Real women in the militia?” I asked.
“Yeah. They used to have a militia with an entire department where they flew
“Airplanes are made-up.”
“They used to drop bombs on the enemies during wars. They ’d blow up entire cities. And shoot each other down in air fights. ”
“Men can’t fly,” I snorted.
“I’ve flown.”
 “You’re making that up, you have not. It’s impossible!”
“They used to know how,” he said. “Papa says that there are people that still know. People go to places to get onto planes called aeroports. And the pilots would drive them across the world. You’ve never read a book, have you?”

Eleni McKnight is a Murfreesboro, Tennessee native. She graduated from the University of Tennessee in Knoxville with a degree in Theatre with an emphasis in Literature and a wild passion for creating clothes and doing make-up. She’s also an avid reader and loves music and theatre. She started writing at age eight when she had read all the Baby-Sitter’s Club books that were out and wanted something new to read. It’s never quite left her over the years

These days, you can usually find Eleni working backstage or costuming in local community theatres, reading a book, walking (that FitBit is addictive!), at a concert, drinking a craft beer with friends, knitting, embroidering, or taking a dance class.

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