"HANNELORE, YOUR PAPA IS DEAD."
In the spring of 1942 Hannelore received a letter from Mama at her school in Berlin, GermanyPapa had been arrested and taken to a concentration camp. Six weeks later he was sent home; ashes in an urn.
Soon another letter arrived. "The Gestapo has notified your brothers and me that we are to be deported to the Eastwhatever that means." Hannelore knew: labor camps, starvation, beatings...How could Mama and her two younger brothers bear that? She made a decision: She would go home and be deported with her family. Despite the horrors she faced in eight labor and concentration camps, Hannelore met and fell in love with a Polish POW named Dick Hillman.
Oskar Schindler was their one hope to survive. Schindler had a plan to take eleven hundred Jews to the safety of his new factory in Czechoslovakia. Incredibly both she and Dick were added to his list. But survival was not that simple. Weeks later Hannelore found herself, alone, outside the gates of Auschwitz, pushed toward the smoking crematoria.
I Will Plant You a Lilac Tree is the remarkable true story of one young woman's nightmarish coming-of-age. But it is also a story about the surprising possibilities for hope and love in one of history's most brutal times.
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About the Author
Laura Hillman (nee Hannelore Wolff) was born in 1923 in Aurich, Germany, near the North Sea. She was the third of five children born to Karoline and Martin Wolff. Five years after Hitler came to power, Laura was separated from her town and family. The events Laura witnessed in the camps kept her from writing for many years, but she finally set out to write her memoir, facing for the first time the circumstances that led to her survival.
Laura now lives in Los Alamitos, California, and devotes her time between talking in high schools and colleges about her experiences and being a docent at the Long Beach Museum of Art.
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Since Hitler had come to power, it was dangerous for Jews to walk on public streets. In spite of the risk we walked along a tree-lined avenue in a suburb of Berlin, the ever-present yellow Stars of David sewn to our jackets.
Every now and then we stopped to admire spring flowers sprouting just above the ground. I especially admired the crocuses and daffodils, which reminded me of home. Irma, the tallest of us, was more interested in finding something to eat than looking at flowers, while Kaethe, the plump redhead, wanted adventure more than anything else.
This particular day Kaethe had come up with an idea. She knew of an ice-cream parlor where one could get a cone without a ration card.
"We've been cooped up at school too long," she said. "All we do is study. It drives me crazy! We should have more fun."
I shook my head. "Fun, is that all you can think about? Terrible things are happening to Jews. We should not even be on this street. They might take us away on one of those transports."
Kaethe paid little attention to what I had to say. She wanted ice cream. But there was still the matter of the yellow stars sewn to our clothes. No shopkeeper would serve us if he knew who we were. To Kaethe it was a minor problem. She showed us that by draping a shawl over the star it would be completely hidden. Not wanting to spoil her fun, I gave in.
Something else was troubling me that day. It had been over a month since I'd last heard from Mama and Papa. It wasn't like them to not write. Dear God, what if they had been deported? But for now I put aside my fears. Kaethe was right: What could possibly happen if we covered up the star?
We had not gone very far when two boys in the uniform of the Hitler Youth came around a corner. They were younger than we were, barely teens themselves. We tried hurrying past them, but the taller boy held up a hand and said, "We have not seen you around here before. Where are you from?"
Before we could answer, he invited us to come to a parade that night. To assure us how special this parade was, he added, "The Fuehrer himself will be there!"
I felt my legs buckling under me from fear. "See what you got us into," I whispered angrily. "What should we do now?"
"Start giggling, Hannelore," Kaethe said. "Pretend you are a moron. You too, Irma."
The second boy looked closely at our shawls. "Why are you wearing those silly things?" he asked.
Before I could think of an answer, he pulled at my shawl, exposing the yellow star.
"Look at this!" he shouted. "Jews, hiding their identity. You filthy swine, we will teach you a lesson you'll never forget! Let's take them to Gestapo headquarters," he told his companion. "They will get what is coming to them, and we will get a medal for bringing them in."
His fist struck me in the face and bloodied my nose. I ignored the pain and bleeding. The word Gestapo frightened me more than my injuries.
The boy held on to my arm. He was hurting me, but I didn't let on how painful it was. When he loosened his grip just a little, I pulled free and shouted to my friends, "Run, run!"
I am not sure how we managed to get away from those boys. Perhaps they decided they had better things to do than torment girls, even Jewish girls. Somehow we reached the gate to our school and ran inside. To make us feel better, Kaethe brought out a bar of chocolate her parents had sent. Before long things returned to normal. We changed clothes and talked about the young teacher who had come to lecture us on the poems of Rainer Maria Rilke, my favorite poet.
Kaethe began teasing me. "He had eyes only for you, Hannelore. The way you recited 'The Lute,' that was special. He stared at your lips throughout the entire poem."
Irma laughed. My face turned beet red. Yes, I did have a crush on the teacher. If only Kaethe wouldn't tease me about it so much.
"I wish I had your dreamy eyes," Kaethe continued. "Maybe then boys would look at me, too."
It was time to go down to the study hall. The room was crowded, which usually didn't bother me, but today I found it hard to concentrate. The encounter with the two Hitler Youth had troubled me more than I would admit to anyone. I decided I would be better able to concentrate on my studies in our room and returned there. Before long I was completely absorbed in my work. Then a girl entered.
"Mail," she said in a singsong voice, placing letters on the table.
I looked through the stack, picking up the one letter addressed to me. Thank God, a letter from Mama! Hastily, I tore open the envelope and began to read:
I am sorry I didn't write to you sooner, but I have been terribly worried. Six weeks ago your papa was taken to Buchenwald, a concentration camp near Weimar. He was on his way home from work, riding his bicycle, when the Gestapo stopped him and took him to their headquarters. The next day, when I inquired about where he was and asked if I could bring him a change of clothes, I was told he had already left the city and wouldn't need the clothes. You can imagine how concerned and upset I have been since. Day after day I prayed for his safe return. Yesterday the postman brought a letter and a small box postmarked "Buchenwald." The letter said the following: "Martin Wolff died of unknown causes on March 14, 1942. Urn contains his ashes." Hannelore, your papa is dead.
I am sorry I didn't write to you sooner, but I have been terribly worried. Six weeks ago your papa was taken to Buchenwald, a concentration camp near Weimar. He was on his way home from work, riding his bicycle, when the Gestapo stopped him and took him to their headquarters. The next day, when I inquired about where he was and asked if I could bring him a change of clothes, I was told he had already left the city and wouldn't need the clothes. You can imagine how concerned and upset I have been since. Day after day I prayed for his safe return.
Yesterday the postman brought a letter and a small box postmarked "Buchenwald." The letter said the following: "Martin Wolff died of unknown causes on March 14, 1942. Urn contains his ashes."
Hannelore, your papa is dead.
Nausea overwhelmed me, and I barely made it to the bathroom down the hall. "They murdered him!" I cried. "They murdered Papa! Why doesn't someone stop this killing? Dear God, doesn't anyone care?"
Sweat and tears streamed down my face. The room began to whirl. "They murdered Papa!" I shrieked again. "How can they get away with this?"
I sobbed and sobbed as I staggered back to my room and fell on the bed. The next thing I remember was someone leaning over me.
"You left the study hall," Kaethe said, "so I came up to Hannelore, what's wrong? What happened?"
"Here." I handed her the letter. "I told you I was worried about my parents, but you made light of it and called me names!"
I began crying again. After finishing the letter, Kaethe also cried, and she held me for a few moments as the sobs threatened to shatter my body.
Finally I stopped sobbing. Kaethe remained sitting next to me. I began to talk, telling my friend why I believed Mama and Papa had not left Germany before it was too late. "Papa made himself believe he would be safe. After all, he served in the war in 1918, where he was wounded and decorated. On the night the Nazis burned our synagogue, Papa came home; all the other men were sent to Buchenwald."
I could never forget that horrible night.
It was November 9, 1938. The Germans called it Kristallnacht the night of broken glass because not only did they burn our synagogue, they broke the windows in Jewish-owned businesses. I told Kaethe what it was like when Nazis in brown shirts and black boots stormed through our front door, ordering us out.
"You can't imagine the kind of foul language they used," I said, "while we stood to watch the synagogue burn. It was awful." Afterward we could no longer go to school; it too had been burned. Besides, from then on Jewish children all over Germany were not allowed to attend public schools. Papa found a Jewish school in Cologne for Wolfgang and Selly, my younger brothers, eleven and twelve at the time. The boys had to live in an orphanage there in order to attend. Thank God he didn't have to worry about Rosel and Hildegard, my older sisters. Both had left home a few years ago to work as mother's helpers for a Jewish family in the city of Fulda. In 1939 Rosel was able to leave for England. Hildegard went to Palestine in 1940. A year later we received a letter from the Red Cross, telling us Hildegard was living in Jerusalem. Papa and Mama were happy about that, and wished all their children could leave, but that was not possible now. Soon after Papa had taken care of the boys, he showed me a picture of Dr. Frenkel's Boarding School for Jewish Girls in a suburb of Berlin. He assured me I would be happy there.
"It...was the last time I saw him," I told Kaethe. "I wrote every week telling him how much the garden here reminded me of our garden at home in Aurich. But I missed the small forest behind our house, the one with the brook running through it. It wasn't really a brook just a trickle of water but we called it that. Wolfgang, Selly, and I played our favorite games there, games about the war made up from the stories Papa told us. We would pretend to be shot, and then, when confronted by a Russian bayonet, we would recite the prayer: 'Hear, O Israel...'"
The news of Papa's murder spread quickly. Classmates came to my room with small gifts. Spread out on my quilt were sugar cubes wrapped in cellophane, small pieces of chocolate, cookies, and wildflowers from the garden gifts only children know how to appreciate. Their kindness touched me. Surely the food had been saved over a long time, for delicacies like these were hard to come by. When the dinner bell rang, they all urged me to come with them, but I could not. The idea of not having a father anymore...It was all too raw. I wanted, needed to be alone. So many memories to confront...It would soon be Passover, but Papa would never preside over the feast again, never sing the songs of freedom or offer gratitude for our people having come out of Egypt. Papa, with his beautiful voice, always on key.
My eyes came to rest on the bookshelf. The first week at school, when I was terribly homesick, books had been my solace. I picked up a thin volume of Rilke's poems. Papa's artistic lettering was on the flyleaf.
To Hannelore, on the occasion of your birthday. With love from Mama and Papa
October 16, 1940
on the occasion of your birthday.
With love from Mama and Papa
The slender volume fell open to page 77 and a favorite poem called "Before the Summer Rain." Reciting from memory, I heard myself chanting the lines:
one knows not what,
but something real is gone..."
Drawn to the simplicity of the poem, I recited it with intense emotion. The words had a deeply personal meaning. Putting the book back in its place, I next lovingly ran my hands over the volumes of Heinrich Heine and was reminded of the essay contest that had earned me these works. When I was preparing to move to the boarding school, Mama suggested I take only a few of my books to Berlin. "But, Mama," I had argued, "I need them all."
I walked over to the window. The chirping birds nestling under the eaves of the roof usually delighted me. Today I did not even turn my head. The thought of Papa and how he might have died tormented me. If only I could be certain they had not tortured him...
I cried again as if my heart would break, soon knowing that, indeed, it had.
It always amazed me how three girls living in a tiny attic room stayed friends. But that's how it had been from the start. We teased one another a lot, but there was no viciousness to it. Sometimes I made fun of Kaethe's doll collection, to which she replied, "I am not letting go of my childhood yet. At sixteen I can still pretend."
Both Kaethe and Irma had come from small towns in Westphalia. Up until Hitler's rise to power they had happily coexisted with children in public school. Now the laws of the Third Reich didn't allow Jewish students to attend public schools. Since there was no Jewish school in their town, they, too, had come to Berlin to Dr. Frenkel's boarding school.
Irma was often homesick. She missed her young brothers. But still, she loved having fun, entertaining us with exotic dances. Kaethe was practical. "If it weren't for Hitler's laws," she proclaimed, "I would have been stuck in Lingen for the rest of my life."
Kaethe was like that. She could turn a bad situation into a good one.
When the girls returned from dinner, I had recovered some control of my emotions. I needed little encouragement from them to talk about my childhood, about the ivy-covered house we had lived in, in Aurich, Ostfriesland the house with the secret passageways. A faint smile creased my face when I talked about the storks nesting on top of the chimney and how as children we believed the story told us, that storks bring babies. But the best part was the friends I played hopscotch with, and hide-and-seek, and all the other games of childhood. And how it all changed when Hitler came to power.
The speeches Hitler made were mostly about his hatred for Jews. We told Papa of our fears, how afraid we were. He assured us that all this would blow over very soon. Yet oftentimes I saw him and my uncles having serious discussions.
Soon Wolfgang's and Selly's best friends didn't just stop coming to play, they repeated the slogans Hitler used in his speeches and what their parents, who now wore the uniform of the Brownshirts, the Nazi militamen, told them to say. Carl, who had been Wolfgang's best friend, shouted from across the street, "My father belongs to the SA. He says he can do whatever he wants to Jews and no one will stop him."
"Can you imagine how we felt when he said that?" I asked them. "Wolfgang tried to reason with him, reminding him that they were best friends, but Carl didn't listen."
Kaethe had similar stories about her little village: "One day we were friends, the next day they boycotted us. Nazis in brown shirts and black boots paraded around Father's sawmill, making sure no one entered. A few months from the time they first appeared, we were ordered to leave the village and our sawmill was given to a Nazi."
I told Kaethe and Irma about the time when a German friend of Papa's came one evening, after dark. He warned Papa to leave Germany as soon as he could. That was all he would say. But Papa still didn't listen.
"I fought for Germany," he told the man. "I am a decorated war veteran. They wouldn't harm me."
And yet in 1940 Mama and Papa, along with all the Jews of Aurich and of the entire region called Ostfriesland, were deported. They were no longer allowed to live there. Having to leave most of their possessions behind, they opted to go to Weimar, where Mama's married sister lived and where Grandmother Henriette, her mother, wanted to go. Not that they could have chosen any other place permission to live in other cities was limited.
Suddenly the undulating sound of sirens interrupted us. "Air raid! To the cellar!" the housemother cried as she ran from floor to floor.
"I am not going," I said. "Everyone will ask questions. I can't face that, not now. Go without me."
But Kaethe and Irma would not hear of leaving me. We crawled under the beds as a fireball exploded in the sky.
"It might have been wiser for you to go to the cellar," I whispered.
"And leave you up here alone?" Irma said.
She had barely finished her words when the thunder of another crash made us recoil. The wait was unbearable. Bomb after bomb exploded all around us. I was certain we would be hit at any moment.
Then, as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Still, we remained under the beds until another siren officially announced the end of the raid.
Copyright © 2005 by Laura Hillman
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
If you are interested in Holocust survivors this is a good book to read.
I'll PLant You A Lilac Tree is an amazing book. I loved it! It really touched me and exposed me to the true story of War World II. I enjoyed this book grealty and hope others will get to read this book and love too.!
You smell the smoke first, then the blood-curdling sent of human flesh. It could be your brother, your mother, your friend. You hear the shouts, and more gunshots. You always hear gunshots. You quickly pinch your cheeks, to make them look pink instead of the pale, sickly white that you normally look like. You do this to look healthy; you do this to stay alive. This is what the main character Hannelore Hillman, in the book, I Will Plant You a Lilac Tree by Laura Hillman has to go through during World War II. Hannelore is a Jewish, and she travels from camp to camp dealing with pain, sickness, death, and labor the comes with living in concentration camps. Then all starts to look good, when Dick, the man she is in love with, her best friend, and Hannelore get put on Schindler’s list. Throughout the book, she shows her bravery, courage, and faith as it is tested by one of the most horrendous events in history. I recommend this book for all ages, since it has good word choice that is not too hard. The book constantly keeps you on edge, and is great for all ages.
I decided to read this book after the author came to my school. It was a great read and gave me a true meaning of how lucky I am today.
I think that this should be a book every one needs to read. I couldnt put it down on the first page. If you are reading this and thinking about buying this book i really recomend you do.
The book I read was called I Will Plant You A Lilac Tree by Laura Hillman. This is a story about a girl that was pulled into the holocaust because she feared the safety of her family. She was already safe at her school when her mother wrote to her telling her that her father was dead. Hannelore was terrified but she wrote a letter to a SS officer asking him to pay her way on a train to the camp that her mother, and brothers were going to. Hannelore soon found herself at a camp and falling in love. This story is a great story and would recommend it to anyone because it shows all human feelings.
I am the same age as Hannelore was when she decided to leave Berlin to stay with her family. This book was so moving and emotional for me it was both hard and irresistable for me to read. During the book you feel the pain, devotion, love, desperation, and happiness Hannelore feels. Anyone who is even the least bit intersted in this genre MUST read this book. One of my favorite parts is the reunion of Dick and Hannelore at Oskar Schindler's camp. It makes me incredibly happy to know that this story has the bittersweet ending of Dick and Hannelore going on and having a life together but she never heard from her family again. It leaves you wondering if Dick ever planted that lilac tree...... Overall the best, most well written book I have ever read and I am sure everyone who has read or is reading this book agrees with me!
I Will Plant You A Lilac Tree, by Laura Hillman, is an unforgetable story about love, strength, and what happens when you believe that no matter what, good things will come. Imagine you had the choice between freedom and captivity and you chose captivity to stay with the ones you love. Hennalore Wolf chose deportation so that she could stay with her two brothers and her mom. She chose death. Faced with the choice between staying at her boarding school and being deported with her family Hennalore chose deportation, which could result in death. Some may call her foolish, her friends begged her not to go. But to me she was loyal, and showed how important her family was to her, and how much she loved them by being deported as well. I call Hennalore courageous. According to dictionary.com courage is a quality of mind or spirit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, and pain without fear. To me Hennalore showed what true courage is. She put others in front of her, knowing that she could die, but she chose to be with her family. I'm sure she was scared but there was some good that came from her deportation. Hennalore fell in love with a POW officer Dick Hillman. They would meet secretly and she would tell him of home. One night he asked her what she missed most about home, and she told him of a lilac tree. Dick said, "One day, when this is over, I'll plant you a lilac bush. Parhaps it will grow old and become a tree like the one you remember." Later they were seperated and Hennalore's spirits fell when she thought that she would never see him again. Then Schindler's list was said to be adding names from Hennalore's camp. Will Hennalore's name be added to the list? Will she be reunited with Dick? This book is riviting. You take every step with Hennalore, follow her adventure, feel for her, laugh with her, cry with her. Once you start you have to know how her story is finished. I reccomend this book to young adults and adults a like. Overall this is a book worth reading.
Hannelore is shuffled from camp to camp in an agonizing horror show. As shocking as the Nazi atrocities is the sense you get that there is absolutely no meaning to life, that survival is dependent on the arbitrary moods of your captors, a matter of stepping into a different line of people or speaking with the right accent. Hannelore's is an important voice to add to those who have recorded their experiences during this time.
This is the amazing story of Laura Hillman's journey through concentration camps in Nazi Germany. Brave and loyal, young Laura arranges to join her family as they are sent into captivity. Unexpectedly, she finds love when she meets Bernard "Dick" Hillman, a fellow inmate. The story of love, luck, and severe loss and suffering is artfully told. The few black and white photographs of Laura's family are heart-wrenching when combined with the tale of what happened to them. This book would be a good one to use to introduce young readers to the plight of Jewish people in the concentration camps. Although there is much suffering and sadness, there is the added sweetness and suspense of Laura's and Dick's love story.
Reviewed by Cody (Class of 2014)Have you ever been in some place that makes you feel uncomfortable and you don¿t know what to do? Well in, I Will Plant You a Lilac Tree Hannelore felt like that. Her dad was riding his bike back to his house, and he got stopped and was kidnapped by the German officers. Hannelore¿s mom got a letter in the mail and it said ¿Martin Wolff died of unknown causes on March 14, 1942. Urn contains his ashes.¿ [Hillman, Laura] .After her dad died Hannelore decided that she had to go be with her mom but her friends at the private school for Jewish girls do not want her to stay there with them. I will Plant You a Lilac Tree is a good book because the author made the book interesting. I thought this book was interesting when Hannelor wanted to leave the safety of her school and go be with her mom. I would recommend this book to someone who has to read a book in 6-9 days because it is short and the pages aren¿t long.
The book begins with Hannelore as a student in a private school in Berlin. After her father¿s death, Hannelore leaves school and is deported with her mother and brothers to Poland. During the next several years, she moved from one camp to another. Towards the end of the book, she ends up on Oskar Schindler¿s list and is able to survive until Germany surrenders.The book is written in a detached manner, describing brutal scenes in unemotional ways. Life at Schindler¿s factory is only briefly described and she never fully explains how she was able to get onto Schindler¿s list. For someone interested in holocaust memoires, there are better written books out there. Overall, I rate this book a three out of five.
This is the tale of Hannelore Wolff. She was a girl who bravely left her safe school to travel with her Jewish family during World War II. This is her story of survival even in the face of great loss. Although I felt like the ending was rush, the story was captivating.
Hannelore Wolff, still devastated by the murder of her father at the hands of the nazis does something unthinkable--requests to be deported along with her mother and two younger brothers. What follows is her personal tale of humanity at its most wicked. She is completely helpless to stop the separation of her family and can only watch as one of her brothers slowly succumbs to death.Even among these horrors she finds love with a Polish POW in the Nazi internment camps. Both of their names have been miraculously placed on Schindler's list and just as they fear their nightmare might be coming to an end Hannelore finds herself in Auschwitz. She can smell the burning flesh coming from the human ovens and as time passes she is shifted closer and closer to the dreaded showers.
Laura Hillman shares her memories with readers as she recounts her expeirence as Hannelore Wolff, a survivior of one of the most gruesome concentration camps. The subject matter is certainly not for the faint of heart, however, it is the explicit, vivid recollections that make this text memorable. I believe this book would appeal to a variety of students, specifically those interested in the study of WWII related literature.
For anyone who bothers to consider it, I think we all wonder how the world turned so on edge that a group like the Nazis could be seen as a good choice to rule a country. Even more so, I wonder how anyone who they didn't like managed to survive their evil rule to see it ended before they were ended themselves. This book tells just that story from the perspective of one of the least empowered people of the time, a young girl of Jewess decent in Germany. Unlike Anne Frank, Hannelore Wolff took the bold step to leave school and join her mother and brothers in deportation to camps in the east rather than attempt to hide from the SS, even after her father had been killed for the simple act of being a Jew and riding a bike without a license. It is a gripping tale that will give you a glimpse into what it was like to be viewed as subhuman by a "master race" and what it takes to survive in a world turned upside down.
"We'll use last names only, saying, 'Reunion for Gruenstein, Wolff, and Helfen taking place at Wangenheimstrasse 36. Berlin, Grunewald. Bring amusing stories."This book is an easily accessible view into the life of a Holocaust survivor. The book is fast-paced with lots of action. The young author's memoir begins as the Second World War has already started and she is a student at a school for young Jewish girls in Berlin. Her story takes us through her flight from Berlin to meet what's left of her family, to the heights of the Holocaust. She escapes death routinely, and very rarely through any kind of theatrics. The randomness of death that surrounds her is evident and I think the only way the reader can endure with the author is because the author herself is so steadfast in her desire to survive.This book is a much more detailed introduction to the depths of depravity and pure villainy that the Nazis were responsible for than the equally important "Diary of Anne Frank". Every thing from bullying, racism, theft, beatings, homicide, infanticide, rape, slavery, torture, corpse-defilement, and mass-murder are listed matter-of-factly in this book. In this respect, I feel this book does a great service to the young reader by giving them a much more thorough expose' on the Nazis than many other sources. Books on the war-effort tend to involve individual heroism and tactics against the Third Reich, but this book reminds me very much of "A Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich" for the depths that humanity can sink and the heights that humanity can rise.Hannelore, the young author, is probably the best kind of writer for the level of horror displayed in the concentration camps, giving the reader glimpses of suffering, without (amazingly) dwelling on any particular aspect of her, or anyone else's, suffering. She loses almost every single person close to her through this book, and still carries on. So as much as I dislike the lack of intense detail in this book, its probably the only thing that makes it bearable for the author and reader alike.This book is a treasure, if for anything, demonstrating that the humanity in good people can survive in the face of the most unimaginable horrors possible. Kindness surrounds Hannelore and she sees it as visibly as she see's man's inhumanity to man. She risks her life for people she barely knows and she is consistently treated to the same selflessness from strangers.I recommend this book for anyone between the ages of 11 and 18.
I thought it was an excellent story of love and survival during the holocaust. I would recommend reading the book.
This was a very engrossing first person account of the author's experiences during the Holocaust. The hardship and abuse that Hannelore was subjected to in the concentration and labor camps is in stark contrast to her life before the Nazi Party rose to power. A particular strength of the book is its readability despite the subject matter being frequently horrifying. Ms Hillman weaves a narrative that is both engaging and illuminating. It is one thing to read a history text about the Holocaust and find it powerful and moving. Reading a first person account has the ability to scratch the reader raw. This is definitely a book I would consider using in a classroom setting,
I wish this memoir was longer, but with everything the author went through for over 5 years, I understand that big chunks of her memory have been erased by the horrible fear and circumstances she went through and/or witnessed. I am pleased at the ending...being married to a man also in occupied Germany and Poland. It was a feelgood "Happily ever after ending" that showed love persisted for some survivors and they carried on thier life in memory of all the terrible death or torture. It is hard for me to imagine so many evil people could exist. We do have to keep the memories alive.
This was a very good holocaust story. If you enjoy reading about this, you will like this book.
This is a compelling story, one I enjoyed very much.