The Butterfly by Patricia Polacco is a story that takes place in the WWII era. In Monique’s small French village Choisy-le Roi, just outside of Paris, Nazi troops have moved in. While tragic events occur, Monique, about seven to eight years old, is blissfully innocent of all the happenings that encompasses this terrible time period in Europe. One night, Monique wakes in the middle of the night, to see a ghost. Monique tells her mother of the ghost the next morning at breakfast, but Marcelle Solliliage in angered at this statement. A woman that is usually kind hearted and not easily riled, seems unusually upset at this, and tells Monique it was “only a dream.” Monique goes about the next few days quite normally, almost forgetting about the ghost. The terrible war rages on, and most families, despite their religious backgrounds, live in a constant state of fear. The Nazis seem to be terrorizing the town, taking men, women, and children from their homes; the streets are not a safe place. Many nights pass, and Monique awakens again to her ghost. But, this time, Monique successfully interacts with the girl ghost. As it turns out, the ghost is actually not a paranormal being at all, but a girl close to Monique’s own age, named Servine! Surprised, Monique presses further and comes to find out, that the girl is Jewish and must hide during the day, the only time she can come out is at night. Servine shockingly reveals that her home is actually quite close; it’s in the cellar below Monique’s day room. Servine pulls back a rug and takes Monique down to her secret home; a home Monique never even knew existed. Servine has been living in this hidden lair with her family for years, protected by none other than Monique’s own mother. Monique feels a stab of betrayal. How could her mother hide such a big secret from her? Despite these feelings, Monique knows the importance of keeping her new friend a secret, and does not mention a word of her new found knowledge to her mother. Each night, Monique brings Servine something small and precious from the outside world; allowing her to enjoy some of the fruits of life she is missing. Monique brings a live butterfly to Servine, allowing the butterfly to flutter its wings on her cheek, “a kiss of an angel.” The girls make a wish that, Servine, her family, and others living in secret, can be as free as the butterfly. But that night, a neighbor spies the two girls playing, and the clock is ticking to get Servine and her family to another safe hide-out. Finally, the truth is exposed between the mother and daughter. Together, they find a place for Servine and her family to hide in safety from the Nazi forces.
Polacco has such a talent for taking such intense emotional and controversial realities, and turning them into beautiful picture books that tell a story and teach a bit of history. What I found most interesting is the Author’s Note at the back of the book. This told the story behind The Butterfly, which is based on real events and people. Marcelle was part of the underground French resistance, who shielded many Jews from persecution against Nazi forces. While the characters are based on real people, much of this story is fictionalized. Yet, Polacco has an ability to create so much depth in them, as well as with other story elements like setting and plot. The Butterfly contains wonderful symbolism and themes that are great for intermediate readers studying wars, conflict, history, or WWII concepts. The Butterfly would be a sensational extension of this unit, and would undoubtedly supplement learning with this “real life” connection to facts and history. I am never truly mesmerized by Polacco’s illustrations, her color scheme, movement, and shape of setting and characters are not my personal favorites. Yet, her illustrations truly capture emotions, and allow the reader to feel the reality of the story. I’ve always been very interested in WWII and the Holocaust. The Butterfly was an authentic portrayal of historical events, yet tells a compassionate story of risk-taking to help others in a time of crisis.