
3.5
I had very mixed feelings about this book. It’s told in alternating perspectives, which usually don’t bother me, but it just didn’t work for me here.
Alina’s story in incredibly interesting and heartbreaking. She tells how she grew up in Poland during the war, and how things went from seemingly okay to downright terrible. She goes from being naive about what’s happening around her, to being right in the middle of everything and truly seeing the horror of war. Her story was much more compelling, and the cast of characters were much more likable. I almost the book had just been about her.
Alice’s story was almost completely opposite in terms of how I felt. I didn’t care for Alice one bit. She made her perspective so difficult to read. There were a couple of times I ended up skimming her parts because I couldn’t stand her. Nothing even remotely interesting happens in her story until almost 60% into the book. Until then, it’s an endless monologue of how much her life sucks and how shitty her husband is and a bunch of other ‘woe is me’ crap. I couldn’t drum up any sympathy for her. Her son has a meltdown in a grocery store and destroys hundreds of dollars worth of products, and when anyone approaches her to try and help, all she can do is bitch about it. When her husband makes dinner for the family, all she can do is bitch about the dishes. But she won’t actually bitch out loud. It’s all inner monologue. So instead of being an adult and talking about what’s bothering her, she just treats her husband like crap. Her mother wasn’t much better, and Pascale came off incredibly snobby and superior. The only really likable character in her parts was Babcia, and she couldn’t even speak.
I felt like the resolution to the mystery was a little too neat and tidy as well. It took so long for Alice to get to Poland, and then things were straightened out fairly quickly and easily. It would have been much better if the author had taken some of Alice’s bitching time and used it towards the mystery part.
This was a decent entry into the WWII genre, but it was by no means extraordinary or unique.







