Two stories that came to mind while reading this:
1. I remember when I first learned about WWII and the Nazis in the fifth grade. I was horrified. I was even more horrified to discover that I have German ancestry in my family on my mom's side. It made me so ashamed. What if some of my relatives, however distant, had contributed to the atrocities? But then as I grew up, I realized something: I am not responsible for the sins of my relatives, both near and distant. Their choices do not define me.
2. When I was a senior in high school, I was fortunate to become friends with three wonderful German foreign exchange students. Two of them are still friends of mine to this day. They changed my life in ways I never could have imagined and I am forever grateful for knowing them. One of them I met while on our high school swim team, and once the season was over, we continued swimming together. One day, when I went to meet her at her locker after school to take her to another swim practice, I found her standing at her locker, angrily shoving books into it, tears in her eyes. I asked her what was wrong and she looked at me and said five words that have stuck with me ever since: "Not all Germans were Nazis." My school district had sadly done an awful job teaching students about American history, and so most of the kids in my age group had never learned about the internment of Japanese Americans that had happened in our own backyard. There had always been this clear assumption that America = wonderful saviors and Germans = horrid, evil murderers. But as I'd done my own reading and studying of history-- and especially after reading "Snow Falling on Cedars" by David Guterson-- I'd realized the fallacy in this thinking. And through my friends that had become even clearer. As I tried to coax the story behind her statement out of her, my friend slowly opened up. A boy in her class had come up to her at the end, raised his arm in the Nazi salute and said, "Heil Hitler." This was unexpected and very hurtful to her for many reasons, the main which involved her family history. She told me that at the end of the war, Germany was so desperate for soldiers that they began recruiting young boys, some as young as 13, into the Volkssturm, or "people's storm." Her uncles were among those conscripted and her grandfather apparently did not want them to fight. I do not know of his allegiance to the Nazis, but I can only assume he was one of the many Germans who did not support the Nazi Party or much of what was going on. So her grandfather hatched a plan with his sons to rescue them out of the training camp where they were stationed. He was to arrive at night with a horse drawn cart loaded with hay for the boys to hide in and then they were to make their escape. After the boys had escaped and everything seemed to be going well, the horse got spooked and ran over her grandfather, killing him. So my friend, who was in no way responsible for the sins of her country and whose own grandfather had died trying to save his sons from fighting had been called a Nazi. Not all Germans were Nazis indeed.
So with these two points, I don't think it's any surprise that I liked this book. Children need to read books like this. It is so easy to define the "other" or "enemy" with a broad brush and not to understand the fallacy in doing so. In a further point of irony, my friend's birthday is September 11th. On 9/11, one of my first thoughts was of her and her story and I hoped and prayed that my country would be strong enough to learn from her past and not treat Muslims the same way we had treated the Japanese after Pearl Harbor. Where there was definitely prejudice going on and it was awful, at least there were no internment camps. This is why books like this are so important. It is my hope that this story is one that will be read and discussed in classrooms all over to facilitate very important discussions. While the book is definitely not one of the best written ones I've ever read, it is a good story. I liked Cory's growth and his growing friendship with Anne. I liked how things weren't completely and neatly tied up at the end, even though I did feel that the ending could have used a little more closure. I liked how the author portrayed different aspects of what it means to be brave. If you are a teacher, please consider using this in your classroom. And if you're a book group leader, please consider this for discussion. I think you'll be glad you did.