In love we find out who we want to be. In war we find out who we are.
France, 1939
In the quiet village of Carriveau, Vianne Mauriac says goodbye to her husband, Antoine, as he heads for the Front. She doesn’t believe that the Nazis will invade France...but invade they do, in droves of marching soldiers, in caravans of trucks and tanks, in planes that fill the skies and drop bombs upon the innocent. When France is overrun, Vianne is forced to take an enemy into her house, and suddenly her every move is watched; her life and her child’s life is at constant risk. Without food or money or hope, as danger escalates around her, she must make one terrible choice after another.
Vianne’s sister, Isabelle, is a rebellious eighteen-year-old girl, searching for purpose with all the reckless passion of youth. While thousands of Parisians march into the unknown terrors of war, she meets the compelling and mysterious Gäetan, a partisan who believes the French can fight the Nazis from within France, and she falls in love as only the young can...completely. When he betrays her, Isabelle races headlong into danger and joins the Resistance, never looking back or giving a thought to the real--and deadly--consequences.
My review:
A novel that depicts horrors of war, human emotions and the ability of human willpower to survive.
This book is remarkable story of two sisters, each so different from another. It is set in France during the World War II when the Nazis had taken over France. Vianne is the elder one she is a unlike her rebellious sister Issabelle. Issabelle is fearless and doesn't shirk from taking risks. She risks her own life to save the life of various allied pilots. And on the other hand Vianne's husband has been taken in as aprisoner of war. She has to keep a Nazi in her house. She gets raped but in spite of all the hardships she takes the risk of saving numerous Jew children.Both sisters brave in their own way, both fearless, both face terrible ordeals but continue to help others.
Wars only bring unhappiness, human suffering and yet we never learn.
A book worth reading.
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