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A review by trudyd
Daughters of Warsaw by Maria Frances
5.0
I can't remember the last time I cried so much while reading a book. There was so much devastation within the pages. I am amazed that the people of Warsaw were able to rise from the ashes.
I found myself obsessed. The author's words grabbed me. I wanted to know more and more. I wanted to read about the heroism and dedication. The more I learned the more crushed I became. The more I read the more I needed to discover truths. I found those truths. I was horrified. Daughter of Warsaw guided me in ways I had not been before.
The determination of resistance workers left me in awe. Daughters of Warsaw helped me create a picture in my mind of the dedication of those trying to save the Jewish children in the ghetto. The Jewish people lived in such squaller.
One of the reasons I read World War Two historical fiction is to attempt to understand why and how it happened. I find myself at a loss. The horrors, the atrocities. I am left speechless over the strength they must have had to go on as they did.
Maria Frances has taken the dry words of history textbooks and humanized them. She has taken what many have tried to brush under the rug and brought it into the light. She has put faces to names. She has built the ghettos in my mind in away that they will remain forever.
We all need the horrors brought to life so we don't need to repeat them. Our imaginations should be enough to make sure it never happens again. Too make sure we must read more, learn more.
I found myself obsessed. The author's words grabbed me. I wanted to know more and more. I wanted to read about the heroism and dedication. The more I learned the more crushed I became. The more I read the more I needed to discover truths. I found those truths. I was horrified. Daughter of Warsaw guided me in ways I had not been before.
The determination of resistance workers left me in awe. Daughters of Warsaw helped me create a picture in my mind of the dedication of those trying to save the Jewish children in the ghetto. The Jewish people lived in such squaller.
One of the reasons I read World War Two historical fiction is to attempt to understand why and how it happened. I find myself at a loss. The horrors, the atrocities. I am left speechless over the strength they must have had to go on as they did.
Maria Frances has taken the dry words of history textbooks and humanized them. She has taken what many have tried to brush under the rug and brought it into the light. She has put faces to names. She has built the ghettos in my mind in away that they will remain forever.
We all need the horrors brought to life so we don't need to repeat them. Our imaginations should be enough to make sure it never happens again. Too make sure we must read more, learn more.