Monday, December 19, 2016

From Sand to Ash by Amy Harmon

My Thoughts:

     Angelo Bianco lost his mother at the tender age of eleven and then his father shipped him off to Italy to live with his grandparents.  He would stay with them were they worked as custodians for a wealthy glass maker and he would go to seminary and become a priest in the Catholic Church. 
     Batsheva (Eva) Rosselli lives with her father, Camillo, in their home in Florence and has a wonderful life.  She is a talented violinist even at her young age of nine and she is surrounded by loving family.  She is very excited for the Bianco’s’ grandson to come live with them so that she can have someone close to her age to play with.  Later, as they grow into their teens Eva falls in love with Angelo but he is promised to God.  How will she live with this unrequited love?
     As Angelo and Eva grow and become best friends the world around them is changing.  Hitler and his Gestapo are slowly taking over Italy and life begins to change.  Eva and her father are Italian Jews and soon they must sign over their home to the Bianco’s’ so as not to lose it and other sacrifices must be made in order to survive.  When the war strengthens, Angelo must find a place to hide Eva within the Catholic Church but she is not one to hide out and do nothing. 
     This is a beautiful story of fighting, survival, family and love! This isn’t just a romance but of standing up and fighting against wrongs and helping others.  You will cry and smile many times while reading this but it is worth it.  Ms. Harmon tells a great story with beautiful characters not just surviving but making a difference during one of history’s most horrific times. Angelo and Eva put aside their personal conflicts and feelings to help hundreds if not thousands of refugees go into hiding.  They are true heroes with an amazing story.

 If you enjoy WWII historical fiction this will be one of your favorites!  4/5 stars

Favorite quotes:

“Sand and ash. The ingredients of glass.  Such beauty created from nothing.”

“But I am convinced God is not just my God or Angelo’s God. He is God. He wouldn’t be God if he was only God to some of his children…would he? …Does it matter what we call him?”

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