Next review is hard to handle

I am driven by so many emotions while reading Three Minutes in Poland that I fear I may not be able to review it adequately. My heart is breaking with every page I absorb and I fear sounding dramatic and broken. I want to cry and scream and yet I am resigned to the reality of history. Without that reality there would be no book, no story, no heartbreak.


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