This was an interesting and heartbreaking read. It was weird to engross myself in a World War II novel from the German perspective. I was not expecting that. For some reason, I was expecting the narrator to be exactly who he was almost right from the beginning when he introduced himself.

There were many facets to this story, and I adored every ounce of them. I'm glad that in such a dark period of hatred, the residents of Himmel Street not only showed their hearts to each other and to those who didn't seem worthy of earning it, but also proved that not every German was quite as heartless as Hitler and his cronies. I'm that regard, I was totally overwhelmed to get their perspective, and I hurt for them in their times of pain and hardship.

Who doesn't just adore every page of a story where our protagonist is able to steal and worship books? Her little hobby not only saved her life, but also brought smiles to those around her when they needed them the most.