The Sweetness of Forgetting

The Sweetness of Forgetting

 

Book Description

 

At thirty-six , Hope McKenna-Smith is no stranger to bad news. She lost her mother to cancer, her husband left her for a twenty-two year old, and her bank account is nearly depleted. Her own dreams of becoming a lawyer long gone, she’s running a failing family bakery on Cape Cod and raising a troubled preteen. Now, Hope’s beloved French-born grandmother Mamie, who wowed the Cape with her fabulous pastries for more than fifty years, is drifting away into a haze of Alzheimer’s. But in a rare moment of clarity, Mamie realizes that unless she tells Hope about the past, the secrets she has held on to for so many years will soon be lost forever. Tantalizingly, she reveals mysterious snippets of a tragic history in Paris. And then, arming her with a scrawled list of names, she sends Hope to France to uncover a seventy-year-old mystery.

Hope’s emotional journey takes her through the bakeries of Paris and three religious traditions, all guided by Mamie’s fairy tales and the sweet tastes of home. As Hope pieces together her family’s history, she finds horrific Holocaust stories mixed with powerful testimonies of her family’s will to survive in a world gone mad. And to reunite two lovers torn apart by terror, all she’ll need is a dash of courage, and the belief that God exists everywhere, even in cake.

Book Review

 

This story was completely touching.  It is important to know your roots and this definitely shows just that.  Hope has had a rough life of it.  And now that her grandmother Mamie’s memory is slowly slipping away, the family attempts to learn all they can about the history of what happened to Mamie’s parents.

This was well written and very heart-felt.  The characters were incredible.  The recounted tales of the Holocaust were both horrific and endearing.  You really can understand what the survivors must have been feeling. 

As an avid genealogist, this story really moved me.  I have always been compelled to learn about my family’s history.  My mom never knew what happened to her grandfather.  All her mother was told was that he was dead.  It was through some thorough digging that we found out he had left his family behind in Scotland the year after my grandmother was born.  It wasn’t until both my mom and her mom had already passed away, that I finally found out what happened to him. 

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