I may have borrowed these from Sam & Rachel simply to increase my book count for this year. Which is also why I’m counting them as two. (And because they were published five years apart, and I couldn’t leave out either one of these beautiful covers.)

I read them quickly. Stories of World War II are always brutal. There were a lot of panels so gruesome that I had to look away. It’s difficult to stare unflinching into such horror, and the framing structure (using the son of the survivors as the narrator, and jumping from past to present-day) both offers relief and oddly detracts from the central story.