Friday, November 21, 2014

Hitler's Daughter (book review)

          Yes, yes, I know, I JUST posted, and here I am back again. But this time it's just my school assignment, to write a review. So I'm posting it here coz it's the sort of thing I post anyway.



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           Hitler’s Daughter is a children’s book intended for children ages 8 and up. The author of this book, Australian Jackie French, has also written a numerous amount of children’s literature such as ‘Diary of a Wombat’, which had won the Young Australian Reader’s award along with the USA Benjamin Franklin award. Besides children’s books, Jackie is also a historical writer. She has written books such as ‘Daughter of the Regiment’, ‘the White Ship’, and ‘The Road to Gundagai’.


            The story of Hitler’s Daughter starts with four children waiting for the school in the morning. Mark, Ben, Anna and little Tracie. They often played what they called ‘The Game’ while waiting for the bus, to stop little Tracie from being upset. ‘The Game’ involved one person making up stories off the top of their heads and the others would continue. One rainy morning, Anna started telling her story. The story of Hitler’s daughter, Heidi. Every morning, Anna would continue with her story until the bus arrives, but the children slowly lose interest in Anna’s story, until only Mark is left interested. The book also shows scenes with Mark and his parents, with Mark asking questions about Hitler, and this helps us understand Anna’s story even more. As Anna tells her tale about Heidi with her huge birthmark on her face and her limp, Mark starts to wonder if Anna’s story is real, but Anna insists that the story is entirely made up. After all, who would believe a story like this? A story about Hitler’s daughter living in the countryside, hearing about her father’s actions from her maid, Frau Leib, and she starts to think that her father is not a very good person. Heidi has only seen her father once or twice, but not once did she feel love from her father. She had also overheard her father talking about her, saying how disappointing it is that his daughter cannot be part of his ‘New Germany’.


            This book, while short, manages to pack two complete stories within it, without making the reader feel confused or overwhelmed. It teaches children about Hitler and what he has done, and also having a different view on Hitler as a person, as Heidi clearly loves and admires her father while we generally are taught to view Hitler as a villain. I found this book to be in a brilliant perspective, something that I've never thought about Hitler is if he knew what he was doing was a bad thing, and this book made me think that perhaps villains are just people doing what they think is the right thing. Of course, this is still just a children’s book, so the author attempts to explain Hitler’s actions in modern day terms and examples, including one scene in which the children discuss what is right and what is wrong, and also asking the bus driver for her opinion. The bus driver states that what Hitler was and what he did was clearly racist, and likens it to Ben’s father’s racism towards Asians and how Ben is brought up with that racism and thinks of it as the ‘right thing to do’. Interesting story aside, the book also brings up details of Hitler’s regime and his whereabouts and specific dates, and the author has clearly done her research about Hitler and the Second World War.


            The only drawback in this book is the way the children are sometimes portrayed as mere props that have the same opinions and the same reactions, except for Mark. It always felt, to me, like it was a lazy way to write. I would've preferred if the author left out a few characters and focused on the ones she obviously wanted to write more about, instead of shoehorning characters in for the sake of diversity.


            Overall, this book is a must read for everyone. Children, teenagers, and adults alike. I have read this book about 4 or 5 times, most recently about 2 years ago, and have enjoyed it every time. It feels as though every time I read it, I notice something I've never noticed before. After recommending it to a lot of my friends and family, I've gathered that this is a book that transcends age, almost the same way as Harry Potter, as the Harry Potter series is also a children’s series. All in all, a fascinating book, and I endorse it greatly.



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          I feel like I got into the groove about halfway through, and the front part just seems stiff and characterless. Ah well, I'm not sure if this is supposed to be like a formal essay or a blog post, so I'll just leave that there, just in case.




For the second time today, goodbye!




Roommate drama (Update)

          It's been a little over a month now, and really I just want something here to let future me REMEMBER things. Yesterday was the day my roommate COMPLETELY broke down. Not to me, thank god. Don't know what I would've done. So anyways, I was watching Cap'n Murica 2, making a loom bracelet, while my roommate turns off the lights and goes to sleep. Normally I'd just be a bit pissed off and keep doing my thang, but this time, she doesn't just toss and turn (loudly) in her bed. She gets up, goes to her table and gets her phone. Then she called her mum.

Loom bracelet in question

          At this point, I, of course, lowered my volume down to 2, just enough to hear Cap punching and whacking, but still could hear my roommate talking. Now I'm not the sort who likes to eavesdrop and gossip, but you should understand that it was completely possible that she was going to complain about me and my staying up late, causing her to lose her beauty sleep. So I listened. It started off perfectly normal, just everyday conversations about how school sucks, lecturer sucks, assignments are endless, etc etc. And then she just snapped. All hell broke loose. She was YELLING and SHOUTING and SOBBING about how she's just not good enough, that she's making 0 progress, that she chose the wrong course. While this is happening I continue watching my movie (which was really good btw) pretending nothing is happening.


          I don't know about you, but I have NEVER encountered a situation even CLOSE to this, so I didn't know what to do, and I did nothing. So while she's bawling her eyes out, her mum is trying to comfort her and say things like no, no, it's not you, it's just the stress. Then she says she doesn't know if she should stay in the fashion design course or switch, and her mum says it wouldn't matter if she switched, as long as she persevered she'd do well in whatever course. And she starts going BALLISTIC and screaming about how she's just the most talent-less husk of a human being, and whatever course she takes will still end up the same because she's just WORTHLESS and STUPID, that the creative world is COMPLETELY beyond her because she is just a dumb sack of potatoes, incapable of ANYTHING. (All of the self deprecation is of course fictional because she was speaking in Chinese.)


          I tried my very best to stay up until she finishes her phone call, but after I've finished the movie, watched the after credits scene, sat through the after after credits scene, and went for a bit of a poo, she was still going strong, pile of tissues growing almost as high as her self-doubt. At this point it was 1.22 am (I checked) and I needed to catch the 8.15 am bus the next day, and my eyelids were like magnets, couldn't keep them open, so I went to sleep. Perfectly reasonable, I thought. So I go to sleep, with the lights on because she was on the phone, and settle my ears to a night of sudden shrieks.


          Now to her credit, she left the bedroom and went to the living room, turned off the bedroom lights and let me sleep, so that was nice of her. But I could still hear her shouting downstairs so I kept listening. This is the part where she starts complaining about the hostel and me. She complains about transportation (we have a shuttle bus that doesn't go on sundays and public holidays) and our housemates (who are alright people, if a little lazy) and finally, me. How I never sleep early (If I did I wouldn't have time to do anything) and how I never clean the room (how could I if she KEEPS CLEANING IT??) and then there's how my side of the room is always messy, and how I always eat in the bedroom. This made me mad of course, but I didn't do anything about it, since my comments about her are equally as bad, if not worse.


          Not long after that I went to sleep. When I woke up though, she wasn't in her bed. I was like whatevs, maybe she already woke up. I get ready, pack my things, then go downstairs for some tuna with biscuits (yum) and surprise surprise, there she is, sleeping on the couch. Why? No idea! Maybe she just fell asleep while talking on the phone. My housemates must think I kicked her out or something.


          Anyway, that's all I've got for you today! A bit long winded but  I cannot STRESS how incredibly LOUD she was. I was tempted to record it but that seemed a bit mean.


          ANYWAY,


         Toodleloo!