No ham-handed references to Nazis exist in this book. The name of 'Hitler' is never even mentioned within its pages. And yet, I couldn't help but feel that this book, more so than any other I've ever read, really got to the heart of what happened in that bunker in the last days of the Third Reich, because it focuses on the people within those walls as human beings, real and tangible. The bunker is not just a place where Adolf Hitler and Joseph Goebbels saw the end and killed themselves; it's about a desperate last gasp, angry, power-drunk, borderline insane people once so deluded, now disillusioned and finally confronted with their own utter failure and the loss of everything.
Helga, only twelve, is worried about her hair, she is repulsed by the food, she dreams about a tomorrow that would never be a reality, she yearns for her mother's love, she is intensely protective of her sisters. She begins the story innocent, believing that the war is nearly over and she will be the young heroine of the Third Reich. The ten days in the bunker are her awakening, all the growing up she will ever have before the inevitable and horrific ending. She is so desperate to live, no matter what, that I couldn't help but hope that she would, despite knowing of course how her story ends. Ultimately her downfall is her yearning for her mother's love, her desire to slip back into innocence again, to be a child again.
This story, which is subtly told and of course meticulously researched, will stay with you emotionally. The ending did not leave me in tears, but awe-struck, transfixed in horror on the last page, and finally I closed the book with a sigh.