Have you ever read a book that transported you to another place or time? One that was so absorbing that you couldn't put it down? That's how I feel about Bociany. Set around the turn of the 20th century in a small village in Poland, Jews and Gentiles, almost all very poor, live uneasily side by side. The characters are vividly described, as is the landscape of the village, including the storks which nest there, ostensibly bringing good luck. (In fact, bociany means stork in Polish.) There is a lot of talk about religion, accompanied by superstition, violence, and drunkenness, but also kindness and neighbors caring for each other. The author, who survived both Bergen-Belsen and Auschwitz, and emigrated to Canada, originally wrote the book in Yiddish, and did an amazing job translating it into English. I look forward to reading the second volume in this story, Of Lodz and Love.