That said, yay me! I've totally figured out what my two favorite (fiction) books about World War II are! You're so proud, aren't you? Anywhoooo.... titles and descriptions below; you should totally borrow them from me, ladies and gents!
In no particular order (I couldn't possibly think of picking one over another):
The Book Thief, by Markus Zusack: Heart-rending, brilliant, engrossing book about a orphan girl in Nazi Germany who is adopted and, with her adopted family, ends up harboring a Jewish man, as well as growing up. The prose is positively beautiful, and it finds its uniqueness in its portrayal of the mundane as well as in its narrator. The personification of Death leads the story around for the reader and lets us see a Reaper without scythe and skeleton face. Overall, a ridiculously good book that will absolutely slay you. In a good way.
Tamar, by Mal Peet. The spy novel that is about so much more than spies. (Not to imply that there isn't loads of espionage in this sucker- there is plenty.) The story goes back and forth between 1944 and 1995, between a man (hint, hint: a spy) and his granddaughter, and the reader gets to see the story of this man unfold. The main players are two Allied spies who drop into Nazi-occupied Holland, and a Hunger Winter insues. Yeah, not exactly hilarious, but a completely engrossing, terrific "novel of espionage, passion, and betrayal", as the cover so excellently describes itself.
READ THEM, CHILDREN!
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