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In 1942, America was at war and the need for pilots was great. 1,074 female pilots answered the call and, for the first time, began flying military aircraft in a special program known as W.A.S.P. (Women Air Service Pilots). By the time the war was over, thirty-eight brave female fliers had sacrificed their lives in service to our country.
W.A.S.P. focuses on a select few: the first group of women – the “guinea pigs” — who championed the W.A.S.P. program at great physical and emotional cost, but who also experienced extraordinary adventures and intense camaraderie. These women are war heroes, who fought on two fronts – both against the foreign enemy and simultaneously against the entrenched sexism of the system at home..W.A.S.P. is the war story we haven’t yet seen: about women who are every bit as brave, flawed, and heroic as their male counterparts.Read More
I’ve just posted the new Readers Guide for Hannah’s War. @littlebrown came up with a host of fascinating questions for discussion by Book Clubs. The questions are also an excellent companion piece to the book, inspiring the reader to think more deeply about the events and themes of the book.Read More
“Hannah’s War is a gripping cat-and-mouse tale of love, war, deception, and espionage you won’t be able to put down. Jan Eliasberg elevates a mesmerizing spy thriller with her clear, fierce admiration for the women of the past who refused to be edged out of the world of scientific discovery. I loved every page!” –Kate Quinn, The Alice Network, The HuntressRead More
“Jan Eliasberg knows how to open big with strong suspense and wry humor and take us for a hurtling ride through one of America’s most complex moments. The wonderful characters of Hannah’s War bring together a moving love story, a high-stakes mystery and a fascinating look into the moral compass of an exceptional woman.” –Amy Bloom, White Houses, Lucky Us, Come to MeRead More
The chain reaction leading to my death has been accelerated by my own divided heart. I see that now, in a way I never could when this was all theory, white chalk on a blackboard, equations like pale bones scattered across scorched earth.Read More