Title: The Earth is Singing
Author: Vanessa Curtis
Genre: Fiction, Historical Fiction, Young Adult
I wanted to like this book, I really do. I read this as I finished The Silver Music Box which was magnificent and I had really enjoyed it so much. I thought, surely this book will be around as good as The Silver Music Box, right? Well, unfortunately it did not come close one bit. I understand that this book uses a first person narration, and our dear narrator is a 15 year old girl at the start of the book. So, it came as not a surprise to me that her views are that of a much younger girl, who sees thing as either black or white and that everything is as simple as good and evil. I didn’t have any problems with that, until I pass 50-ish pages.
The narrator is now just plain annoying, constantly talking without a pause, complaining and just frankly speaking stupid and rude. How dare she question her uncle but trust her boyfriend completely? Like, I get you’re not that close with your uncle and in the time of horror that was Nazi occupation, surely just because it’s family, you can’t just blindly believe them, and yet you believe your boyfriend? How idiotic can one person be?
Thankfully, the story did get better as I force myself to keep on reading. Honestly, at that point I really have to know how it would end, that is why I kept on reading though I hate the narrator more and more, because I find her completely annoying to the core.
I have to say that though the author narrates the story through the eyes of an annoying teenage girl, she manages to write some very dark moments in the book very nicely. Not dwelling too much on the grotesque side of history but as a reader, you can still feel how awful and horrible and incredibly dark it was. That, I can at least appreciate. But, then the ending?
Oh horror of the ending. It was absolutely ridiculous, it made no sense, and to me, it was completely unnecessary. No, I was not talking about what the narrator saw in the train but what she saw after she jumped off the train. Okay, excuse a little bit of my spoiler, but I just need to make sure which part of the ending that I find completely ridiculous and infuriating that I had to take one more stars off the rating of this book.
One good thing about this book was the character of the narrator’s grandmother, Omama. She was such a breath of fresh air in what came to be such a dark and gloomy period of their lives. I just wish, instead of this 15 year old girl, the author would have chose Omama to be the narrator.
My name is Hanna. I am 15. I am Latvian. I live with my mother and grandmother. My father is missing, taken by the Russians. I have a boyfriend and I’m training to be a dancer. But none of that is important any more. Because the Nazis have arrived, and I am a Jew. And as far as they are concerned, that is all that matters. This is my story.