I’ve read many books on WW2, and quite a few based in Poland, but have not heard of the Warsaw uprising before in August 1944. As sad as everything Poland was during the war, the bravery of its people with both the Jewish Ghetto uprising and the Warsaw Polish Army uprising is incredible. 

The book itself is written in a 1st person narrative from either sister’s perspective. It had a very introspective and observant point of view, but I honestly felt disconnected from both of them the way it was written. There was just very little relational connection to anyone in the majority of the story, and the peripheral characters had so little space given to them. Little bits and pieces but it felt more like a recounting of a memory than anything, which made it hard to invest in their story or feel for them as actual people. Their situation, absolutely, but in ambiguous sort of way. It made some of their relationships - even with each other - feel surprising when it was conveyed it was deep.