The Bronze Horseman series is killing me. It’s literally killing me. And I still have one more book to go. Paullina Simons has given us two perfectly nice characters and then puts them through seven thousand terrible experiences, dangles their happiness in front of us ever so briefly, and then snatches it away again ten pages later. Reading it is an incredibly emotional experience. Have tissues handy. I stayed up last night until almost two in the morning because I just could not leave Tatiana and Shura in the condition Simons had put them in. I needed some sort of closure.
This book is a lot different from The Bronze Horseman. It doesn’t move forward through time quite like the first book in the series. Instead we spend a lot of time in Alexander’s past. We learn a lot more about his history and his life before he met Tatiana at that bus stop in Leningrad, which I definitely liked. But meanwhile he’s in charge of a penal battalion, which is a battalion of prisoners who are always at the front lines. They’re ill-equipped and undersized, but Alexander is determined that he’s not going to die in the war. He’s going to make it home to Tatiana no matter what.
Meanwhile Tatiana is in New York. She’s living on Ellis Island and taking care of her young son. She’s making friends, and everyone is encouraging her to move on with her life. Then Tatiana finds Alexander’s Hero of the Soviet Union medal in her bag, and suddenly she’s not so sure that her husband is dead after all.
If it’s even possible, this book is even darker than the first book in the series. We’ve left behind frozen, starving, blockaded Leningrad and instead travel back and forth from busy war-time New York to concentration camps in Germany and Poland. The reader gets a front row view of exactly how little the Soviet Union cared about its soldiers during WWII. It was absolutely horrifying. If you surrendered to the Nazis, your family’s rations were taken away so that they would starve to death, and you were probably put to death when the USSR got you back. It was terrible. There was so little regard for human life, and I had absolutely no idea. That was definitely something they never talked about in all of my history classes.
The moral of this trilogy better be the ever used “true love conquers all,” because if Alexander and Tatiana are not together and happy by the end of the third book, I’m going to be furious. That’s going to be days of my life that I won’t be able to get back. It’s going to be like Cold Mountain all over again. (Which I’m fairly certain is my least favorite move of all time. Seriously. Hours of torture and Jude Law and Nicole Kidman still don’t get to be together.) I enjoyed the book, but if these poor people do not get a happy ending, I might throw all three in a lake. I just don’t understand how Paullina Simons can torture her characters like this. It’s probably very true to real life and what actually happened to people from the Soviet Union, but my goodness. I’m giving this book a 5 out of 7, because I don’t think it was quite as good as the first. Simons experiments with some weird shifts in point of view that I don’t think always work and were definitely not in the first book. I’m not sure if saying that I liked it is the appropriate phrase, but I was moved by it. I couldn’t put it down for three days. That has to count for something.