Oh. My. Goodness. This. Book. 💛
My heart broke over and over again. History is full of difficult truths, and this story was told brilliantly.
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“How can anything we do to hold onto our lives, to hold onto one another, compete with hate like this?”
“She laughs again, and Marcel does, too, and Papa joins them, and I hate all three of them, this line of laughing selfish fools who've taken the best seats in the room, who take and take and take.”
“I love him so much, I feel my heart could break.”
“Sometimes we choose between bad, and worse.”
“We are two bodies, alive right now, together.”
“This is a gift I can give to Opa: I can let him believe in a story I know isn’t true.”
“We are alone. In all the world, in all the stories, in all the time that has been and is to come, right now, with my hand upon Opa's as he pushes me through the snow, there is just us, and this moment. Opa, and me, together. It's cold--desperately cold--and it's dark- -terribly dark--and yet, I am shot through with a feeling I have never experienced before. My body comes alive with it. Time disappears, space collapses and expands. It's as if the sky opens and a bolt of lightning reaches down and stretches its finger straight to my heart, filling me with pure electric light.
Opa would say that this is God.
I believe that this is love.”
“Here we are again - or maybe still - the three of us.”
From the Foreword:
“Nana wanted to know and understand everything, the beautiful and the terrible.”
From the Author’s Note:
“Though The Blood Years is a historical novel, antisemitism and hate are not problems relegated to the past. Its imperative that we pay attention and look around. What's happening in your country, your community, your family, today? Where do you stand? What do you stand for?”
“This is what I know: it is easier to destroy than to create. A whole fleet of kids can work for hours to build a castle in the sand, and one bully can destroy their creation with a few swift kicks. It can feel like your heart is being torn out of your body when something like that happens. But does this mean that we should not build, should not dream? No. I tell you - No!”
You can choose each day--each moment--to soften, to listen, to wonder, and to grow. Your capacity for love--whether or not you are Jewish--can be stronger than their capacity to hate. I truly believe that this is true.
There are more of as who wont to build than those who wish to destroy. And we are stronger, when we are passionate, informed, and united.
Together - let’s build the world, with love.”