Published January 7th 2020 by Macmillan Young Listeners
In exchange for an honest review
I knew it would come a time when this would turn sad, and I kept on hoping that there would be light at the end of that tunnel.
Two 10 year olds become penpals. A world apart, and they will come to mean everything to each other. Alex is Japanese-American, who grows up on a strawberry farm. Charlie is Jewish and lives in Paris.
They keep on writing and the years go by. Charlie sees how people change, soon there are Germans in the streets, but nothing bad could ever happen, right?
For Alex is happens faster. Pearl Harbor, growing tension, interment camps.
People are stupid, people are evil. Why weren't every German American or Italian American in camps then too? I guess there had to be on evil enemy that did not look like the rest. I guess one has to be grateful that everyone was just not killed outright.
And I kept wondering about Charlie. Since there are no more letters due to obvious reasons we have no idea knowing what happens to her.
The cover does tell that he will enlist. And of course he will search for her, and break my heart.
The narrator was great. He sounded familiar, but I have not listened to him before. He did well with their different voices and I felt I was right there, on suicide hill.
A good book, that would make a really good movie. Oh this is really one of those that needs to be a movie too. Especially in these times.
In 1935, ten-year-old Alex Maki from Bainbridge Island, Washington is disgusted when he's forced to become pen pals with Charlie Levy of Paris, France--a girl. He thought she was a boy. In spite of Alex's reluctance, their letters continue to fly across the Atlantic--and along with them the shared hopes and dreams of friendship. Until the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and the growing Nazi persecution of Jews force them to confront the darkest aspects of human nature.
From the desolation of an internment camp on the plains of Manzanar to the horrors of Auschwitz and the devastation of European battlefields, the only thing they can hold onto are the memories of their letters. But nothing can dispel the light between them.