Summer of My German Soldier
Rating: 4 out of 5
This book, I recommend. And, coincidently, it's also somehow related to the WWII.
It's about a Jewish girl who lives in America helping a Nazi soldier by giving him shelter and stuff..
It's interesting. okay. But. the author wrote the N word.
"The only thing that I really liked in my room was the desk my grandma had bought me. Inside was my simulated leather five-year diary. I wanted to record my life so I wouldn't forget anything, but then I discovered there wasn't much worth remembering."
"For a while I tried to use my diary for self-improvement. I made three vertical columns down the page and marked the headings: DATE. CRITICISM. FROM WHOM. I thought if I could see them written down then correcting my shortcomings might not be all that difficult. I didn't have to wait long for my first entry. "5/15/41-7:35am.:'Get that hair out of your face.-Mother 5/15/41-7:45A.M.: 'Even when you comb it, it doesn't look it. Can't uou get that dirty hair out of your face?'-Mother""
"Then I want you to learn this, our last, lesson. Even if you forget everything else I want you to always remember that you are a person of value, and you have a friend who loved you enough to give you his most valued possession."
"Then our lips touched, lingered together briefly before going their own separate ways."
"'Patty, said that old man, 'I could go through this world proud and happy if only God had seen fit to give me a daughter exactly like you.'"
"Time passed. I stood rigid and unmoving, wanting nothing new to happen to me. New time was nothing except a way to determine how long he had been gone."
However, I find a 24 your old man and a 13 year old girl falling in love a bit, particular.
Rating: 4 out of 5
This book, I recommend. And, coincidently, it's also somehow related to the WWII.
It's about a Jewish girl who lives in America helping a Nazi soldier by giving him shelter and stuff..
It's interesting. okay. But. the author wrote the N word.
"The only thing that I really liked in my room was the desk my grandma had bought me. Inside was my simulated leather five-year diary. I wanted to record my life so I wouldn't forget anything, but then I discovered there wasn't much worth remembering."
"For a while I tried to use my diary for self-improvement. I made three vertical columns down the page and marked the headings: DATE. CRITICISM. FROM WHOM. I thought if I could see them written down then correcting my shortcomings might not be all that difficult. I didn't have to wait long for my first entry. "5/15/41-7:35am.:'Get that hair out of your face.-Mother 5/15/41-7:45A.M.: 'Even when you comb it, it doesn't look it. Can't uou get that dirty hair out of your face?'-Mother""
"Then I want you to learn this, our last, lesson. Even if you forget everything else I want you to always remember that you are a person of value, and you have a friend who loved you enough to give you his most valued possession."
"Then our lips touched, lingered together briefly before going their own separate ways."
"'Patty, said that old man, 'I could go through this world proud and happy if only God had seen fit to give me a daughter exactly like you.'"
"Time passed. I stood rigid and unmoving, wanting nothing new to happen to me. New time was nothing except a way to determine how long he had been gone."
However, I find a 24 your old man and a 13 year old girl falling in love a bit, particular.
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