I think I'm a little worn down by all the books I've read in the past couple of years that involve the Holocaust. This year alone this list has included: The Postmistress (which I finished only a few days ago), the Book Thief, In the Garden of Beasts, and the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. Because of that, I can't say this book was as good as if I had faced it with a fresh perspective on the topic. It's terrifically written and was quite enjoyable. I loved the characters and the setting (Montreal). But it lacked a punch to it. Something to put it into the top notch category. The lack of "a punch" may just have been my own attitude about reading another novel about the Holocaust. I really can't put my finger on it.
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