|Title||Izzie Book Four: Homecoming|
|Year of Publication||2006|
|ISBN Number||014305449X 9780143054498|
|Descriptors||Chapter Book; Disease; English Language; Families; Friendship; Halifax; Navy; Nova Scotia; Puberty; Second World War; War|
|Age Range|| |
In the final months of the Second World War, Izzie and her friends Patricia and Roberta are now fourteen and as such are not only worried about the war but about the changes in their bodies and their new feelings for their male friends. As well, another threat, infantile paralysis (or polio), is increasingly infecting children in and around their Woodside home. Even as the final days of the war approach and pass, Izzie and her brother and mother worry over news of their father, who is still fighting with the Canadian navy overseas. Izzie counts the days until her family is once again all together and they can resume their lives in Granite Cove, on the south shore of Nova Scotia. Izzie: Homecoming is a chapter book written in third person, past tense, and includes a half dozen black and white pencil illustrations throughout.
"'So...,' said Izzie. 'How do you feel about the surrender to Italy?'
Patricia produced a wry smile. 'Guilty,' she said.
'Guilty! How come?'
'Because I don't really want the war to end. So of course I feel guilty--guilty of evil thoughts. What I;d really like would be for the war to go on and on forever, but with no one getting killed or wounded. Everyone a poor shot. Each of the bombs falling in an empty wood or field. All the torpedoes missing their targets.'
Then Patricia shut her eyes and leaned her head against the wall.
'Forgive my big fantasy,' she said. 'Of course I'm glad Italy has been freed. And I hope that war will be over--everywhere--and quickly. But...,' Patricia was silent again.
Patricia sighed. 'You know perfectly well what,' she said. 'I don't want to leave Nova Scotia or your family or Rosalie. I don't want to go live with a mother who doesn't love me ...'
'Well, you can at least go see your father. And you can keep writing him.'
'That's the worst part of all,' said Patricia. 'I can't do either of those things ... It's terrible to be fourteen. You feel grown up, but you're really still a kid. And you have no power. No power over your own life. That doesn't happen until you're eighteen'" (54-6).