Salt to the Sea: A Novel - Softcover

Sepetys, Ruta

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0399546057 ISBN 13: 9780399546051

Verlag: Penguin US, 2016

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New York Times Bestseller and winner of the Carnegie Medal! "Masterfully crafted" - The Wall Street Journal

For readers of Between Shades of Gray and All the Light We Cannot See , Ruta Sepetys returns to WWII in this epic novel that shines a light on one of the war's most devastating-yet unknown-tragedies.

World War II is drawing to a close in East Prussia and thousands of refugees are on a desperate trek toward freedom, many with something to hide. Among them are Joana, Emilia, and Florian, whose paths converge en route to the ship that promises salvation, the Wilhelm Gustloff. Forced by circumstance to unite, the three find their strength, courage, and trust in each other tested with each step closer to safety.

Just when it seems freedom is within their grasp, tragedy strikes. Not country, nor culture, nor status matter as all ten thousand people-adults and children alike-aboard must fight for the same thing: survival.

Told in alternating points of view and perfect for fans of Anthony Doerr's Pulitzer Prize-winning All the Light We Cannot See , Erik Larson's Dead Wake , and Elizabeth Wein's Printz Honor Book Code Name Verity , this masterful work of historical fiction is inspired by the real-life tragedy that was the sinking of the Wilhelm Gustloff - the greatest maritime disaster in history. As she did in Between Shades of Gray , Ruta Sepetys unearths a shockingly little-known casualty of a gruesome war, and proves that humanity and love can prevail, even in the darkest of hours.

Praise for Salt to the Sea :
Featured on NPR's Morning Edition "Superlative...masterfully crafted...[a] powerful work of historical fiction."- The Wall Street Journal "[Sepetys is] a master of YA fiction...she once again anchors a panoramic view of epic tragedy in perspectives that feel deeply textured and immediate."- Entertainment Weekly "Riveting...powerful...haunting."- The Washington Post "Compelling for both adult and teenage readers."- New York Times Book Review "Intimate, extraordinary, artfully crafted...brilliant."- Shelf Awareness "Historical fiction at its very, very best."- The Globe and Mail "[H]aunting, heartbreaking, hopeful and altogether gorgeous...one of the best young-adult novels to appear in a very long time."- Salt Lake Tribune "This haunting gem of a novel begs to be remembered."- Booklist "Artfully told and sensitively crafted...will leave readers weeping."- School Library Journal A PW and SLJ 2016 Book of the Year

Praise for Between Shades of Gray :
A New York Times Notable Book A Wall Street Journal Best Children's Book A PW , SLJ , Booklist , and Kirkus Best Book iTunes 2011 Rewind Best Teen Novel A Carnegie Medal and William C. Morris Finalist A New York Times and International Bestseller "Few books are beautifully written, fewer still are important; this novel is both."- The Washington Post "[A]n important book that deserves the widest possible readership."- Booklist

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joana

Guilt is a hunter.
My conscience mocked me, picking fights like a petulant child.
It's all your fault, the voice whispered.
I quickened my pace and caught up with our small group. The Germans would march us off the field road if they found us. Roads were reserved for the military. Evacuation orders hadn't been issued and anyone fleeing East Prussia was branded a deserter. But what did that matter? I became a deserter four years ago, when I fled from Lithuania.
Lithuania.
I had left in 1941. What was happening at home? Were the dreadful things whispered in the streets true?
We approached a mound on the side of the road. The small boy in front of me whimpered and pointed. He had joined us two days prior, just wandered out of the forest alone and quietly began following us.
"Hello, little one. How old are you?" I had asked.
"Six," he replied.
"Who are you traveling with?"
He paused and dropped his head. "My Omi."
I turned toward the woods to see if his grandmother had emerged. "Where is your Omi now?" I asked.
The wandering boy looked up at me, his pale eyes wide. "She didn't wake up."
So the little boy traveled with us, often drifting just slightly ahead or behind. And now he stood, pointing to a flap of dark wool beneath a meringue of snow.
I waved the group onward and when everyone advanced I ran to the snow-covered heap. The wind lifted a layer of icy flakes revealing the dead blue face of a woman, probably in her twenties. Her mouth and eyes were hinged open, fixed in fear. I dug through her iced pockets, but they had already been picked. In the lining of her jacket I found her identification papers. I stuffed them in my coat to pass on to the Red Cross and dragged her body off the road and into the field. She was dead, frozen solid, but the thought of tanks rolling over her was more than I could bear.
I ran back to the road and our group. The wandering boy stood in the center of the path, snow falling all around him.
"She didn't wake up either?" he asked quietly.
I shook my head and took his mittened hand in mine.
And then we both heard it in the distance.
Bang.

florian

Fate is a hunter.
Engines buzzed in a swarm above. Der Schwarze Tod , "the Black Death," they called them. I hid beneath the trees. The planes weren't visible, but I felt them. Close. Trapped by darkness both ahead and behind, I weighed my options. An explosion detonated and death crept closer, curling around me in fingers of smoke.
I ran.
My legs churned, sluggish, disconnected from my racing mind. I willed them to move, but my conscience noosed around my ankles and pulled down hard.
"You are a talented young man, Florian." That's what Mother had said.
"You are Prussian. Make your own decisions, son," said my father.
Would he have approved of my decisions, of the secrets I now carried across my back? Amidst this war between Hitler and Stalin, would Mother still consider me talented, or criminal?
The Soviets would kill me. But how would they torture me first? The Nazis would kill me, but only if they uncovered the plan. How long would it remain a secret? The questions propelled me forward, whipping through the cold forest, dodging branches. I clutched my side with one hand, my pistol with the other. The pain surged with each breath and step, releasing warm blood out of the angry wound.
The sound of the engines faded. I had been on the run for days and my mind felt as weak as my legs. The hunter preyed on the fatigued and weary. I had to rest. The pain slowed me to a jog and finally a walk. Through the dense trees in the forest I spied branches hiding an old potato cellar. I jumped in.
Bang.

emilia

Shame is a hunter.
I would rest a moment. I had a moment, didn't I? I slid across the cold, hard earth toward the back of the cave. The ground

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Penguin US
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2016
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0399546057
• ISBN 13: 9780399546051
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 400
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