There were many unique and compelling aspects of this book which drew me in, and kept me reading to the end. However, the end detracted so much from the book's strengths that I came away frustrated and with a bad taste in my mouth. What I very much liked about this book was the premise: the intersection of the lives of two men from opposite ends of the earth, each struggling with universal dilemmas about courage, faith, country, hope, and family. I also loved the historical setting, and the subtle buildup of suspense throughout the novel, which was incredibly skilled and effective. I did not like the stereotypical and simplistic representation of "East Boston" and the cliche'd character of Marie. And I felt that, despite obviously good intentions, the author's decision to use sexual violence was opportunistic and didn't fit with the tone of the book. Clearly, some bad things were going to happen at the end, but I felt the author used Lydia as a plot device, rather than choosing to further develop her character, and figuring out a way for the story to come to a more integrated conclusion. In my mind, Lydia should have been the hero of the story, rather than the ultimate victim. I realize that what happened is probably realistic, but I don't think it had a place in this particular story, and I thought the author took the easy way out.