The way that TBH finally ends has had fans speculating on message boards, devouring frustratingly vague sequel information, and joining online support groups for the breathless, two-year long wait for this book. Since then, readers have cheered and wept for this young woman and her soldier, through the lies and malice of other people, through the siege of Leningrad, through the lush, sunlit ecstasy of a place called Lazarevo. In the first book, 17-year-old Tatiana Metanova – sitting on a Leningrad bench, singing and eating ice cream as though Russia hasn’t declared war against Germany that very day – suddenly, and with the inexorability of gravity, notices a Red Army soldier staring at her from across the street. It’s emotionally exhausting, but turning the pages is as effortless as jumping at the sound of a gunshot.Īnd you thought its predecessor, The Bronze Horseman, was impossible to set aside. And yet to say that Tatiana and Alexander is a love story is like saying that Niagara is a waterfall. A tall, brave soldier and a diminutive blonde nurse the heartbreak and terror of World War II sex, partings and reunions, deaths. One can argue that this is but one of a million love stories ever written.
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