Holocaust fiction seems to be the guaranteed sale right now. Apparently though, Abe Lincoln is the most written about subject in the world. Pretty interesting, I'd have guessed WWII. But I guess that's just my reading trend.
So this one, I wouldn't recommend it . . . unless you read and were comfortable with A Thousand Splendid Suns. It is similar in graphic content. Which makes sense if you think about it. Both women basically had to place their hands in the lives of gross military leaders. So the icky sex stuff makes sense. I just wish she hadn't been so detailed.
The story line is really good though. I particularly liked the ending. I liked the idea that the main character (whose name has already escaped me two weeks later) Anna! It's Anna, I like that she didn't want to take credit for those she saved, since she'd lived her whole life suffering over the ones she couldn't save. I don't know, I'm not making it sound right, but it just made sense that if she refused for 40 years to talk about the bad stuff, she'd also refuse to talk about the good when faced with it. Almost like refusing to take credit for the good she did was a way to pay penance for the bad. I don't know, I thought that was an interesting concept.
I have to wonder how many people there are in this world who really have no idea who they really are. I'd imagine quite a few. The common theme I find in all the contemporary WWII stuff is simply that, that people really have no idea who they are, because their parents worked so hard (for good or bad) to cover it up and avoid ever having to talk about it.
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