I liked this book....I liked Pam Jenoff's other book "The Kommandant's Girl", and that's why I decided to try this one...I love stories that talk about what happened during WWII. This book fit the ticket.It goes back and forth between the current time and the early 1900's. An anniversary clock pl...
I really enjoyed Pam's first novel - The Kommandant's Girl, but sadly this novel didn't live up to the first. The blurb on the back cover indicates the book is about Roger Dykmanns and whether or not he is guilty of betraying his brother to the Nazi's. However most of the story is set in 2009 and...
Before talking about the story itself, I would like to note that Almost Home was released today in paperback for the first time, so this review is in celebration of that event. Again, many thanks to Ms. Jenoff for contacting me regarding this book and for having one sent for review. Ms. Jenoff al...
I'm giving this book about a 3 1/2 stars on my own personal rating scale. It was a rough start for me because the writing style was quite different than the books I've been reading lately, so I admit it took me a little while to get acclimated to the way this author talks out her story. Most of t...
I picked up this book because I am interested in war stories and especially things form a Germans perspective. A German Jew only makes it even more interesting. I liked the political intrigue and spying and blackmail parts of the book. By the end though it got a bit too romancy for my liking. I r...
Quite a 'nice' read....probably not the comment expected after the blazing credits on the book, 'an edge-of-the -seat ending...an antidote to James Bond'...Yes, it is a spy novel...the author's penchant to tell the story in back-to-front snippets is confusing and makes reading abit of a chore. Ye...
This very well might have been the stupidest book I've ever read. (And yes, I know it's a sequel.) Jordan, the main character, who is supposedly an intelligence officer, acts instead like a mentally unstable 14-year-old stalker. She quits her career with the foreign service in order to run off an...
It's just a quick historical romance read - if that's not what you're looking for, don't read it. It's nothing special, but it's not bad for the type of book it is. Spoilers below, by the way.Unlike some other reviewers, I didn't think the dialogue was too modern. People tend to think that old fo...
When she finished, she dried her hands and opened the cupboard. In the back, exactly as Mama had kept it, was the glass jar of honey. Ruth had discovered the jar when she was eight, and Mama (whose sweet tooth was her one weakness) had shared a bit with her in exchange for keeping it a secret. Ru...
She had been dreaming of makowiec, the poppy seed rolls Mama used to make, thick and warm with a dusting of sugar. So when the noise grew louder, intruding on her dream and causing her hands to tremble, she clung tighter to the bread, drawing it hurriedly to her mouth. But before she could take a...
The map had been there, I am sure of it. I retrace my route from when I entered the apartment, looking under the divan and table. But it is gone. I race to the window. Could it possibly have fallen in the street? I thought I had been so careful.I put on my shoes and start for the door. But before...
A late-autumn breeze blew sharply and the sky above was a medium gray. Though it was still afternoon, lights burned yellow behind blackout curtains not yet closed for the night. A bit of foil that had escaped one of the collection bins for the war effort blew along the gutter. I started northeast...
My neck would tighten and stay tense for days. My appetite would fade to nonexistent and I’d grow tired, sleeping long, restless nights that were full of vivid dreams, even darker and stranger than usual. I’d awaken more exhausted than I’d ever gone to sleep, as though I had traveled great distan...
Charlotte peered over the top of the file at the seventeen-year-old with the rows of tiny braids who slouched in the chair on the other side of the graffiti-covered table, staring intently at his sneakers. The preliminary hearing had not gone well. Charlotte had hoped that the judge would take on...
Is it really Paul? His wide blue eyes are instantly recognizable. My breath catches. “Can I help you?” he asks, cocking his head. Paul’s voice, low and melodic, is the one I remember from prison. But his words are formal, his expression unfamiliar. He does not recognize me.Of course not. He has p...