This book articulates the power of womankind…and the power of love—of all kinds.
What I’ve really seen is that a country who doesn’t learn from her mistakes is bound to repeat them, and Russia seems to be on the verge of repeating them.
This book felt too rushed and too contrived; the personalities of the puppies were the best part about it.
This book is one of those that needs to be read because the suffering of the people needs to be remembered. And although it ends sadly, there’s too much triumph of the soul for it to be sad.
This is one of those snow-tipped fairytales that feature in my winter dreams, effortlessly combining magic, history, and the northern reaches of Russia where the winters are long, the forests are primeval, and life is enchanted.
During the three-year siege, about 800,000 people died. That’s nearly the entire population of the Salt Lake Valley or San Francisco.