Two weeks ago, I had a weird dream. I dreamt of myself dying.
I was lying on a bed, in a place that looked like a hospital, for a reason I didn’t even know.
I was so weak. I could hardly move.
With every breath that I took, I knew one thing for sure ー I had not much time left. Every single inhalation and exhalation was getting harder and painful. It felt as if the air was no longer containing oxygen.
I took another breath, a shallow one, quietly. I looked at the people around me. I could barely recognize any of them. My eyes were looking for a person that I really wanted to see ー my mom. She wasn’t there. Continue reading
Jodi Picoult’s novel never fails to bring me to tears. This, too, is admirably good.
It’s a story about a 95 year-old former Nazi officer who is searching for redemption and forgiveness for what he did and/or involved during the Holocaust, of the World War II.
To be honest, I didn’t know that The Storyteller will actually tell in details about what had happened back then, during the Holocaust. I wasn’t expecting such thing. The Storyteller is set in three parts. Only after I started reading Part 2, I realized that I would definitely be captivated by this novel. I just couldn’t put it down since then.
There is a story in the story. Even that story was written so beautifully that I found Jodi Picoult so brilliant to write it that way. The twists, like always, they were beautifully plotted. She is doubtlessly, a good storyteller.
*minor spoiler alert*
It’s just that I was really hoping for the Hauptscharfuhrer to finally meet Minka again, after the war. But that didn’t happen. They never did. 😢