Sunday, July 3, 2011

The Postmistress (Sarah Blake)

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It took a few tries before I actually got around to reading this book. I checked it out from both the DC and Fairfax County libraries more than once. Yes, this has happened with more than one book.

Anyway, I finally got around to reading it. The Postmistress has three main story threads that intersect. The reader first meets Frankie, now an elderly lady, telling the story. She had worked as a journalist in London during the Blitz under Edward R. Murrow. Here, her life intersects with that of a young bride in Franklin, Massachusetts.

Iris James works as the postmistress in Franklin. It's a small town, so she pretty much meets everyone in town on a regular basis. The town doctor, William, meets her during a medical exam that he finds a little unusual. He's married to Emma, the young bride that will eventually bring Frankie to Franklin.

Due to some tragic string of events, William ends up in London before US intervention in World War II. Frankie meets him one night while hiding in a shelter during one of the German bombing of the city. There, another tragic string of events brings these women together.

Like any story set in World War II, this story is sad. Don't pick this up if you don't want to read a tragedy. Everyone has something awful happen to them, even though only Frankie travels through Europe during the war. Blake's writing brings you into the story and you really do care what happens to these characters even though you know it can't end well. This is probably my peeve with this book. I knew immediately that nothing will go well for these folks, so I keep myself from truly getting into the story. Yes, that's my own failing, but if you make it so obvious that everything is going to go to crap, then a reader has a chance to pull away before you really pull them in.

I can appreciate the writing, but, alas, I'm neither glad nor sad that I read the book.

Next up: In the Garden of Beasts: Love, Terror, and an American Family in Hitler's Berlin, by Erik Larson

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