I had to read this for school. I would never have read it, otherwise. I am completely offended I had to read it in the first place. I returned it.
Michaels meanders through the lives of the characters that populate her world in such a way that she never quite finds a stride. It becomes a bit hard to read, with a confusing narrative, if you are not fully paying attention to every word you read. When the narrator shifted, I had to reread about 3 pages to figure out what exactly was going on. This could have been on me, but for a story that finds itself slipping in and out of memory, thought, and present events -- it is important for the writer to concretely state certain aspects of their story.
I would not have been too angered by these detractions, if it was not for how Michaels ultimately writes her story. The book spends time on every page to remind the reader it is a story about the Holocaust. After switching narrators, the second character takes time to remind the reader and the people they meet about the Holocaust and their connection to it. During a lengthy explanation of how this second [maybe third?] narrator is tending to a home that belongs to a Holocaust survivor and how much the Holocaust means to them, the narrator's summer fling destroys some of the home, to which the narrator talks about the Holocaust, then immediately goes into how they have came on their fling's chest.
In the same paragraph, quite possibly the same sentence, Michaels goes from "The Holocaust was bad," to "And then he came on her stomach." This is sexualizing the Holocaust. The character spends an incredible amount of time explaining the importance of the home and its contents, how they connect to one of the gravest tragedies to befall man, then seems to not care as their summer fling has no regard for anything, knocking things over and destroying things, followed by "and he came on her stomach."
The book is just an incredibly awkward, meandering story that never actually finds its purpose. If you like romance novels with vapid, flaky characters that have no sense of the rules they create within their world, this may be for you. If you are looking for historical fiction that has something to say or understands the rules it lays out within its world, do not even bother reading this book.