As a general rule, I dislike fiction stories about the Holocaust (or really any fiction books about a period where nonfiction books/memoirs are abundantly available about the same period). This book turned out to be an exception. This book doesn't strive to be nonfiction. It doesn't attempt to be...
A woman was waiting for us outside. She wore a scarf over her shaved head and she carried a whip. She looked mean. She introduced herself as our block leader and ordered us into the wooden shed. The windowless room looked like a barn and smelled like a kennel. The walls were bare and the floor wa...
His legs were splayed, his head hung low to the ground. Never waste the first few days of a foal’s life, Alexander remembered his father saying as he encouraged Paprika to take her first tentative steps away from Sari. She’s afraid, everything is new and she’s looking to us to make this place hom...