Told through the eyes of a little boy on his own during the Nazi occupation of Warsaw Milkweed is powerful and painful.
Misha was given his name because he doesn't know who he is or where he came from. He just knows he is fast and good at stealing bread. When he first sees them he wants a pair of shiny black boots like the men in the parade. He doesn't understand the gravity of the world he is living in. And through his eyes we see his world and with our knowledge of history we know what is going on and it makes the story that much more heartbreaking.
Milkweed is the story of a life warped and damaged and how the love of a little girl both then and now makes living possible.
I need to thank my friend Trisha for sharing this one with me.
(Finished February 5, 2016)
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