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This is really a book for adolescents. I enjoyed it if only for the memories--the angst of fifteen. The structure was a little overreaching for my taste. There is the first person narrative of Jessie (15) and Marta (70), the diaries of Jessie and Marta, the current letters of Marta and the diary of Florrie (1940s). Could have readily and easily discarded both Florrie's diary and Marta's letters and gained much in a cleaner, tighter storyline.
I never tire of reading stories set in Toronto. The first one I remember is Atwood's "Life Before Man" and I revelled in the ROM and the restaurant at the corner of Avenue Road and Bloor. Feel the same way about the local references in Kreuger's novel.
I would have enjoyed far more attention, detail and history re Amsterdaam during the Occupation. It very much felt like Krueger merely sketched a possiblity rather than researched or felt the world about which she was writing. As it is written, I have very little emotional reaction to Marta. Without enough information to understand her world, I cannot begin to understand her and therefore feel little for her. I don't believe she is merely meant for shock value but her true foil is Florrie, not Jessie. To me, her death is as incomprehensible as her life. Simply, she is maddeningly underwritten. And this is why my recommendation is for teens only. Not because they should suffer bad writing but because Jessie is so wonderfully portrayed that she is probably reason enough to read the novel.
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