Having not long finished Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief, which was set in Germany during the 39-45 war, with a child heroine, I was not particularly looking forward to reading The Blue Suitcase. Part of me says, yes we know it was awful and yes, we know how awful it was and in so many detailed ways, they weren’t just numbers, they were real people – but it is just so depressing, there’s nothing uplifting about it, why do we have to keep going back to it?
And as soon as you say that, you have your answer. Continue reading The Blue Suitcase