Christine Arnothy tells her story about surviving in Budapest during World War II. She was fifteen at the time.
There is the numbness after seeing so many dead bodies; there is the horror when they finally receive flour; there is the lack of water and the trek to get it.
The book jumps around a bit; after they escape the city, there is a three year gap which is immediately followed by an escape to the frontier. The ending is very inconclusive, leaving the reader hanging.
This is a good book, because it gives a glimpse of a Christian teenager during the Second World War. Perhaps the most moving part of the book is Christine's time in the confessional, and the priest's touching response to her words.
However, the book lacks a lot of detail. I'd like to read a more fleshed-out version, because the story is incredible. This is a great reference book for a teenager writing about World War II; I may also lend it to a friend, whose father escaped Hungary much like Christine!