So, another Kristin Hannah. Again, not great writing, but some insightful moments of being human. The first 134 pages were a frustrating re-hash of the daughters' frustration with their mother and one daughter's deteriorating marriage. On and on. Finally, things started to break loose as the daughters convinced their mother to share her story.
We get the story in increments, and it is a harrowing story of suffering, starvation, and hope lost during the siege of Leningrad under Stalin. I've read of this before. It's hard stuff. Up close and personal descriptions of the loss, the pain, and the hunger. Anya (Vera) is the mother-story-teller and is an example of post-trauma suffering, and eventual redemption.
We're reading this in the Monterey book club; otherwise I wouldn't have chosen it and I will never choose it again. However, it did hold my interest and the daughters and their dialogue and relationship had elements of truth... I'm sure they'll (book clubbers) will all want to drink vodka shots at our meeting; something the daughters begin as a tradition with their mothers. I gert a little tired of their (book clubbers) glorifying each others' drinking, but I'm hanging in there for now...