If You Let Me, I’ll Tell You a Story…
Friday, 16 October 2009 by Danielle
Of book burnings and silver eyed accordion players...
Lots of significant props here, not to mention the overall tone of the novel:
If you were sitting in the cold, dark basement of your neighbor’s house, the air raid sirens like panicked birds of prey, what could you do? A book huddled close by, the last one in the world, its words reaching for your voice. Which book might that be? I’d hope it would be this one.