When Yoel visits Amsterdam to promote his new book he also visits the Jewish Historical Museum and sees an image of his family that will change his life forever. I was deeply engaged with this book from the first page and loved following the stories of the novel and the novel within a novel and witnessing the gradually unfolding truth. You will be hooked.
The image flickered on the wall for just a heartbeat, but even in that fleeting second, Yoel managed to discern that the woman in the image was his mother: his mother in her early years, his mother in the days that preceded the compass of his memory, but his mother.
He stopped breathing ...
The little girl the man was holding in his arms was Nettie .... But who is the strange infant? his heart asked. Who is that strange baby boy nestled in mother's arms? ...
It isn't me.
