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FREE SILENT HONOR PDF Danielle Steel | 416 pages | 01 Oct 1997 | Random House Publishing Group | 9780440224051 | English | none Silent Honor by Danielle Steel Uh-oh, it looks like your Internet Explorer is out of date. For a better shopping Silent Honor, please upgrade now. Javascript is Silent Honor enabled in your browser. Enabling JavaScript in your browser will allow you to experience all the features of our site. Learn how to enable JavaScript on your browser. NOOK Book. From Silent Honor New York Times bestselling author Danielle Steel, a moving novel of families separated and lives shattered by prejudice during one of the most shameful episodes in American history. It was August From the ship, she went to the Palo Alto home of her uncle, Takeo, and his family. To Hiroko, California Silent Honor a different world. Her cousins had become more American than Japanese. On December 7, Pearl Harbor is bombed by the Japanese. Within hours, war is declared and suddenly Hiroko has become an enemy in a foreign land. On February 19, Executive Order is signed by President Roosevelt, giving the military the power to remove the Japanese from their communities Silent Honor will. Takeo and his family are given ten days to sell their home, give up their jobs, and report to a relocation center, along with thousands of other Japanese and Japanese Americans, to face their destinies there. Families are divided, people are forced to abandon their Silent Honor, their businesses, their freedom, and their lives. Danielle Steel portrays not only the human cost of that terrible time in history, but also the remarkable courage of a people whose honor and dignity transcended the chaos that surrounded them. Silent Honor reveals the stark truth about the betrayal of Americans by their own government. Silent Honor Takashimaya's family had searched for five years for a suitable bride for him, ever since his twenty-first birthday. But in spite of all their efforts to find a young woman who suited him, he rejected each of the girls as soon as he met them. He wanted a very special girl, a young woman who would not only serve and respect him, as the go-between promised each would, but he also wanted Silent Honor woman he could talk to. Someone who would not only listen to him, and obey, Silent Honor a girl Silent Honor could share his ideas with. And none Silent Honor the girls he had seen in the past five years had come even close to fulfilling his wishes. Until Hidemi. She was only nineteen when they met, and she lived in a burakua tiny farming village, near Ayabe. She was a pretty girl, delicate, and small, and exquisitely gentle. Her face looked as though it were carved of the finest ivory, her dark eyes were like shining onyx. And she scarcely spoke to Masao the first time she met him. At first, Masao thought she was too shy, too afraid of him, she was just like the others that had been pressed on him before her. They were all too old-fashioned, he complained, he didn't want a wife to follow him Silent Honor a dog, and look at him in terror. Yet, Silent Honor women he met at the university didn't appeal to him either. There were certainly very few of them. Inwhen he began teaching there, the women he met were either the professors' wives or daughters, or foreigners. But most of them lacked the total purity and sweetness of a girl like Hidemi. Masao wanted everything in a wife, ancient traditions mixed with dreams of the future. He didn't expect her to know many things, but he wanted her to have the same hunger for learning that he did. And at twenty-six, after having taught at the university in Kyoto for two years, he Silent Honor found her. She was perfect. She was delicate and shy, and yet she was fascinated by the things he said, and several times, through the go-between, she had asked him interesting questions, about his work, his family, and even about Kyoto. She rarely raised her eyes to look at him. And yet once, he had seen Silent Honor glance at him, with excruciating shyness, and he thought her incredibly lovely. She stood beside him now, six months after the day they met, with her eyes cast down, wearing the heavy white kimono her grandmother had worn, with the same elaborate gold brocade obi. A tiny dagger hung from it, so she could take her own life, should Masao decide that he did not want her. And on her carefully groomed hair, she wore the Silent Honorwhich covered her head but not her face, and made her seem even tinier as he watched her. And hanging Silent Honor below the tsunokakushi were the kan zaslinthe delicate hair ornaments that had been her mother's. Her mother had also given her a huge princess ball, made of silk threads and heavily embroidered over the course of Hidemi's lifetime. Silent Honor mother had Silent Honor it when Hidemi was born and added Silent Honor it through the years, always praying that Hidemi would be gracious, noble, and wise. The princess ball was the most Silent Honor gift her mother could give her, an exquisite symbol of her Silent Honor and prayers, Silent Honor hopes for her future. Masao wore the traditional black kimono with a coat over it, bearing his family's crest, as he stood proudly beside her. Carefully they each took three sips of sake from three cups, and the Shinto ceremony continued. They had been to the Shinto shrine earlier that day for Silent Honor private ceremony, and this one was the formal public marriage that would join them forever, in front of all their family and friends, as the master Silent Honor the ceremony told stories about both families and their histories both of their families were present, and several of the professors Masao taught with Silent Honor Kyoto. Only his cousin Takeo was not there. He was five years older than Masao, and was his closest friend, and he would have wanted to be there. It was a great opportunity for him, and Masao wished he could have joined him. The ceremony was extremely solemn and Silent Honor long, Silent Honor never once did Hidemi Silent Honor her eyes to look Silent Honor him, or even smile, as they became man and wife, according to the most venerable Shinto traditions. And after the ceremony, at last she hesitantly looked up at him, and the smallest of smiles lit her eyes and then her face, as she bowed low to her new husband. Masao bowed to her as well, and then she was led away by her mother and her sisters to exchange her white kimono for a Silent Honor one for the reception. In wealthy city families, the bride changed her kimono Silent Honor or seven times in the course of her wedding, but Silent Honor their burakutwo kimonos had seemed enough for Hidemi. It was a perfect day for them. It Silent Honor a beautiful summer day, and the fields of Ayabe were the color of emeralds. They spent the entire afternoon greeting their friends, and accepting the many gifts offered them, and the gifts of money carefully wrapped, Silent Honor handed to Masao. There was music, and many friends, and dozens of distant relatives and cousins. Hidemi's cousin from Fukuoka played the kotoand a pair of dancers performed a slow and graceful bugaku. There was endless food as well. Especially the traditional tempura, rice balls, kuri shioyakichicken, sashimi, red rice with nasunishogaand narazuke. There were Silent Honor that had Silent Honor prepared for days by Hidemi's aunts and mother. Her grandmother, Silent Honor had overseen all the preparations herself; she was pleased that her little granddaughter was getting married. She was the right age, and she had learned her lessons well. She would be a good wife for anyone, and the family was pleased with the alliance with Masao, in spite of his reputation for being fascinated by modern concepts. Hidemi's father was amused Silent Honor him; Masao liked to discuss world politics and speak of wordly things. But he was also well versed in all the important traditions. It was a good family, and he was an honorable young man, and Silent Honor all felt certain that he would make her an excellent husband. Masao and Hidemi spent the first night of their marriage with her family, and then left for Kyoto the next day. She Silent Honor wearing a beautiful pink-and-red kimono her mother had given her, and she looked especially lovely as Masao drove her away in the brand-new Model Silent Honor coupe he had borrowed for the occasion. It belonged to an American professor at the university in Kyoto. And when they returned to Kyoto they settled Silent Honor his small, spare home, and Hidemi proved everything he had believed about her from the moment he met Silent Honor. She kept his house immaculate for him, and observed all of the familiar traditions. She went to the nearby shrine regularly, and was polite and hospitable to all of his colleagues whenever he brought them home for Silent Honor. And she was always deeply respectful of Masao. Sometimes, when she was feeling particularly bold, Silent Honor giggled at him, particularly when he insisted on speaking to her in English. He thought it was extremely important that she learn another language, and he spoke to her Silent Honor many subjects: of the British running Palestine, of Gandhi in India, and even about Mussolini.

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