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The Postmistress by Sarah Blake

"It gets you thinking about all the parts in a story we never see . . . the parts around the edges" (157).

"It's about the lies we tell others to protect them, and about the lies we tell ourselves in order not to acknowledge what we can't bear: that we are alive, for instance, and eating lunch, while bombs are falling, and refugees are crammed into camps, and the news comes toward us every hour of the day. And what, in the end, do we do?" (Author's note).

I had been waiting a long time to read this novel. Historical fiction. World War II. Beautiful cover. Right up my alley. But I think my anticipation surrounding this book ruined it a bit for me, for I feel a bit underwhelmed having just finished it.

The story focuses on three different women during the early years of World War II. In Franklin, Mass., there is Emma - the new, young bride of the town doctor, and Iris, the town's unmarried postmistress. Both women listen to Frankie Bard's broadcasts from London about the Blitz, and then her stories of Jewish refugees, as she tries to use the world's main medium to rally Americans to war: the radio. At the end of the novel, the three women's lives intersect.

I really enjoyed when Blake pursued Frankie's voice. She was a fairly strong female character whose insights on the war and her need to wake people into action were compelling. When the author moved back to America I wasn't as captivated with the story, though the premise and the "story behind the story" was interesting enough (though the whole drama of "what would happen when a postmaster would not deliver a letter" held no real drama for me as I didn't find it made up that much of the book and when it came my response was "Is this it?"). Inevitably, I just didn't really care all that much about the characters, which is what I need from a book to love it. In the end, an okay book, but for me not a great book.

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Sarah's Key by Tatiana De Rosnay

"Such hate, thought the girl. Why such hate? She had never hated anyone in her life, except perhaps a teacher, once . . . Had she ever wished that woman dead? She pondered. Yes, she had. So maybe that's how it worked. That's how all this had happened. Hating people so much that you wanted to kill them. Hating them because they wore a yellow star" (88).

"You're playing with Pandora's box. Sometimes, it's better not to open it. Sometimes, it's better not to know" (127).

The first half of this book was difficult to stop reading. It began on that fateful day, July 16 1942, when thousands of Jewish children and their parents were rounded up in Paris and taken to the Velodrome d'Hiver, the day known as the Vel' d'Hiv'. After waiting for days in deplorable conditions, they were taken to two camps in the French countryside, and from there, after the children were brutally separated from their parents, deported to Auschwitz where they were immediately assassinated. No one survived - unless they managed to escape. The book begins with one 10-year old girl's account of hearing the French police knock on her door late at night. Sarah is taken with her parents but tries to save her little brother by locking him in a cupboard they played hide and seek in, certain she would return and get him out, certain she was saving him from whatever she and her parents were about to face. She leaves, gripping the key to the cupboard in her pocket. As the days go on, Sarah becomes tormented by her decision, knowing that if no one came to save Michel he would certainly have died. Her torment exists alongside the disgusting conditions at the stadium and the inhuman treatment at the camp. Sarah's story seesaws back and forth with the story of Julia Jarmond, a mid-40s American who has lived in Paris half her life and has been asked to research the Vel' d'Hiv' for a journalism assignment. Julia becomes caught up in Sarah's story and soon comes to realize Sarah's history is tangled up with her own.

As mentioned, the first half of the book is incredibly gripping. The second half of the book, however, once the author leaves Sarah's story and focusses on Julia and present day, becomes less an historical fiction on the Holocaust and more a story about a woman trying to come to terms with a new identity. Still interesting, but it lost some of its lustre for me. I found some of the author's "revelations" in the book were not revelations at all, but too obvious to be considered crafty writing, like a mystery where you knew who the murderer was all along.

That said, this was a very good book that I would recommend. It exposes the French apathy towards their part in this dark period in history, and it sheds light on a part of the Holocaust most readers would not have been made aware of without having read this book.

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The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson

I picked up this book that seemed to have some cult following after hearing everyone and their hairdresser was reading it. I had only known it was a "mystery." Nothing else. Mystery yes, but not quite what I had anticipated. Blomkvist, a Swedish financial journalist, has just been charged with libel. The book opens with the subplot, a particularly dry chapter explaining part of the story behind this, but I couldn't quite keep my interest in it. The book then moves on to the main plot. Blomkist has been asked by the aging Vanger patriarch to investigate the disappearance of his granddaughter, Harriet, who disappeared in the 60s. Presumed dead, Vanger wants to know who killed her. Initially wanting no involvement, Vanger dangles the bait of information to restore Blomkvist's good name regarding the case he recently lost. Aided by the ingenious yet disturbed Salander, the two uncover a horrifying Vanger family past.

I'm not sure I loved this book so much that I would want to read the second two, but it was a page-turning mystery at the very least.