This was one of those that came across my desk and piqued my interest. While it wasn't quite what I think I'd expected (not that I remember what I'd expected), it was enjoyable.
Sookie.
I know this woman. I know several versions of this woman and while I understand how these women are made and why they are the way they are, it doesn't make me love them any more. These women, the ones who exist for everyone else, the ones who have no self-definition, the ones who pitter and dither and are the mercy of their community's whims, they drive me batty. I am definitely a product of the women's liberation movement (thanks, mom, aunts, and grandmothers!) and, as a result, could not connect to Sookie. The woman full-out exasperated me.
Because of that, I was able to be proud of her as she cast off some of her unwarranted beliefs and notions, as she learned about her biological past and created her own future. Yay, Sookie! I still don't want to know you but I am proud of you, nonetheless.
Here's something funny: I got to feel a little smug while listening to this. Not only do I know a whole lot more about...well, a lot of crap than Sookie (really? Jays are bullying your finches and chickadees and you can't figure out how to deal with it and you make yourself look like a crazy lady in your attempts to foil those bully birds? Also, jays are funny; just get to know them and stop being so judgey, you old bat and stop freaking out over every little thing! Pull up your big girl panties, suss it out on your own, and stop calling your poor husband at work) but I felt all "Why is this not common knowledge?" on a regular basis. For instance, the WASPs. Howcome no one in the contemporary story knew who they were? I know who they were. Maybe because my grandmother told me. I don't know. But I knew that women flew planes and were called WASPs (though, to be honest, up until probably ... oh, five or six years ago, I think I just assumed they were called WASPs because the wasp insect has a feminine body and it flies and so it made sense to have the flying females named after the black and yellow stripey guys. Research. Who needs it? Logic comes up with much more delightful explanations) I wound up feeling smarter than most the contemporary characters in this book. What an ego boost! I like to think of myself as B+ smart and that's only if you don't involve things like math or brain surgery or good-decision-making. But these people made me feel like a member of MENSA! Yay!
Ok, time to be serious.
I enjoyed the parts about Fritzy and her family the best. I wanted to be a Fritzy when I grew up and I missed the mark, which turns out to be good, but still, as I suppose her peers would have said, "What a gal." We've got so many strong stories from World War II, many of them focusing on the men who fought on either side, on the atrocities and terrors that raged so regularly during that time, on the saviors and the villains, on victims and the families left behind. This isn't the first story out there about how women helped their countries - America, in this case - but it is still a good reminder that it wasn't just young men standing up for what they believed in, fighting and dying. Women did not just stay home, recycling gum wrappers and drawing lines up the backs of their legs in lieu of stockings. Many did amazing, heroic things and it's nice to have that recognized.