SPOILER ALERT - Don't read unless you are 44% through The Bronze Horseman.
I am withering away almost as fast as Tatiana. I can't sleep. For the past two nights, I've had a hard time falling asleep...woken up dreaming about the book in the middle of the night...laid there and thought about the book - or sat up and read more of the book...and then finally fell asleep again, knowing I'd have to get up soon to fetch my rations...I mean kids.
Every time I read a line like this, I feel like I am there in the room with these people:
"He grabbed his rifle, his coat, his rucksack and was out the door without even brushing past Tatiana."
"Brushing past Tatiana". Wow. So secretive. So endearing. Just a little gesture to let her know he cares. But he's so mad at her for getting
The night I met my husband, we were at a party with a ton of people and every once in a while he'd catch my eye from the other side of the room or "accidentally" brush by me. I can't help but think of that every time Alexander and Tatiana have a moment, unseen by others' eyes. I feel like I "get" this book like none other. Never, in all my reading years, have I ever seen anything that says - no, screams so much - in such small, subtle ways. You could miss something if you didn't realize what is going on.
Paullina Simons is my hero right now.
Although - I mean it when I say I feel almost as beaten down as Tania and her family. I am heartsick over their rations and their weight loss...and the horrors of war. The last book I read that drove the point home so well was "Those Who Save Us" by Jenna Blum. She interviewed Holocaust survivors for 4 years at the Shoah Foundation, which served as incredible research. It's a wonderful book; I suggest you check it out.
OK I can't even believe I am pressed for time and stopped to blog...but I must! I MUST, I tell you!