I just... don't get it.
I picked up this book really liking the premise: a father's journey with his sons to retrace their ancestors' exodus from Europe during WWII altogether finding themselves and some sort of equilibrium after a divorce. I was more interested in the historical part, but you can't go wrong with some personalization and authorial connectedness to really bring it home.
Well, turns out you can go wrong.
The book started good enough with a description of Rose and his children on the plane flying to Paris, giving some background information on why they were taking the trip in the first place and what underlying feelings/issues besides the obvious historical. But that's about where the 'good' of this book ends.
First of all, it was boring. Almost all chapters alternate between 'present' of the family's journey in Europe and the past, where Rose was growing up in the US. But almost all of the past chapters felt like fluff required by the editor to make the book meet its page quota. They weren't necessary at best, and took away from the potential lessons this book could have taught us at worst. A lot of the flashbacks didn't make sense in the grand scheme of the storyline.
Secondly, I don't buy any of the dialogue between Rose and his sons. Sure, he may have taken some creative license when recalling the memories that inspired this book, but you tell me the last time a 7 year old boy and a 12 year old boy argued about the scent their mother wears (Jewels by Elizabeth Taylor or Precious Stones by Jaclyn Smith) - yes this is an argument that spans multiple chapters, a 12 year old boy describes himself as a "Roquefort", or a 7 year old boy ordering a beer because it is "not as sweet as Dekonick." The further it went along, the more I got annoyed by it because it seemed like the author was just making it up as it went along... and not even believably. Not to mention Rose and his sons seem like those American tourists that people hate because he lets his kids run rampant through nice restaurants, sleep in train aisles, randomly speak (many times inappropriately) with other people about incredibly personal subjects, curse, and fight with each other all without batting an eyelash. You, sir, are what give Americans a bad name overseas.
Third, there was a lot of random sexual conversations, descriptions, and unnecessary anecdotes including from Rose's POV and from his two boys. It was disturbing because few, if any, were actually related to the story. They were peppered in for page count and shock value. I'm sorry but I don't want to read about how you gave your 12 year old son a version of the birds and the bees talk interspersed with descriptions, memories, and history of the Holocaust. It took away from any sort of powerful point the author was trying to drive home because, all of a sudden, the book turned into high school locker room talk, demeaning and inappropriate.
Definitely skip this one. The premise on the inside flap is the best part about it.