I download books, and by the time I get around to reading them, I forget what they are about, so they usually are a surprise. I had totally forgotten the premise of this one, so was surprised to find it something I might not have chosen in a more lucid moment.
The story opens with Mrs. Tuesday packing up her lovely New York City apartment in anticipation of her trip back to her native Budapest, which she hasn’t seen in 30 years, since she was shipped off to New York when the Nazi soldiers took over the city in WWII.
The story then shifts to that time when she was a girl of ten, in Nazi occupied Hungary, and it becomes a sad story of a dark time, a story of the competition between twin daughters for their father’s approval and society’s acclaim, of love, requited and un-, of fear, war, and what people will do to save their own skins.
What else is there to say? A beautifully written book, and a sad book, as almost any story of that time must be. My opening comments were because I don’t usually read stories about the Holocaust or WWII in Europe. Too sad, too clearly illustrative of the depths of what we humans are capable of. But a good book, nonetheless.