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2017 Summer Reading Program - Morton Freshman Center: Paper Hearts

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Kirkus Reviews (August 15, 2015):

The Holocaust: a time of unimaginable horror, with moments of incandescence. Following her picture book with Josee Bisaillon, Benno and the Night of Broken Glass (2010), Wiviott's debut for teens, a novel in (largely excellent) verse, tells the fictionalized but carefully researched story surrounding one of those incandescent moments. In Auschwitz-Birkenau, Zlatka and Fania, Polish, Jewish, and determined to survive, become friends and replacement sisters. In each other, and in their small group of friends, they find strength. The titular heart is a tiny thing: a folded and stitched card penciled with birthday wishes that Zlatka creates for Fania for her 20th birthday, two years after she was captured trying to pass as Aryan. It is also a massive act of rebellion for every girl involved. It is, in the end, "A reason to take risks. / A reason to keep living." If the heart were not an actual artifact (on display in Montreal), its metaphoric aptness might seem schmaltzy, but it is real, as are the transcribed wishes interspersed among the poems. Even in the darkness, light and love can survive, as Wiviott makes abundantly clear by picking a single thread from the millions of stories that occurred and stitching in context and facts to make both the larger horror and the smaller grace shine through. An incredible story, told with respect and love, this deserves a wide readership. Just have the tissue box handy. (glossary, historical note, bibliography) (Historical fiction/verse. 12 & up)

Summary

A novel in verse, this is the story of survival, defiance, and friendship, and is based on the historical events about a group of girls who were slave laborers at the munitions factory in the Auschwitz death camp.  Zlatka & Fania became best friends and forged a powerful friendship that carried them through horrific circumstances.  Based on a true story, these brave young women refused to be victims.

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Pruzany Ghetto
 
Through the village
   once loved.
Eyes lowered
   not shamed
footsteps steady
   not faster
         or slower
   than before.
 
Ignored jeers.
Ignored curses,
   Brudny Zyd!
   Dirty Jew   
The clump of mud
thrown by Oleg Broz
   who'd gone to the same school
   as me   
   whose father worked at the
   same bank as me.
 
I never 
   covered the accursed yellow
   armband.
But I never
   looked my tormentors in the eye.
I knew better
   than to glare at an angy bull.

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