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. 😢
Let me be honest. For many reasons, I was so down with the JLPT N3 that I took last December. Maybe it was lack of preparation. Maybe I was too ambitious.
When I went to Japan in winter 2017, my main purpose going there was to practice and to learn more of Japanese language from the locals.
I stayed with a Yaeko’s family in Osaka for 5 days. I met Miku-chan and stayed at her room in Hakodate, Hokkaido. I had interesting conversations with them and I learned a lot of new words, new phrases almost everyday.
When I was in Sapporo, I asked one of the owners of the guesthouse I stayed to write something on my note book. Ito-san, the uncle, wrote
which means “I’m praying (for you) to pass the N3 exam”.
Well that time, I’ve just passed my N5 exam and hadn’t took the N4 exam yet. But the conversations I had with them, the Japanese, made me so confident that I would be able to take the N3 exam right away. 😂
I was wrong.