Margot

I appreciate the author's good intentions, but I think she ends up trivializing a tragic piece of history by giving Margot Frank a fictional escape and a new life in America. You can't give the Anne Frank story a happy ending. You just can't. Six million Jews died under Hitler, and among them were Anne and Margot Frank. Cantor's message about the courage to be true to who you are is admirable, and her portrayal of American anti-Semitism rings true. But she basically reduces this important historical figure to a Harlequin romance of a secretary pining for her boss (complete with a stereotypical bitchy girlfriend who doesn't understand him). I read Harlequin romances, and there is nothing wrong with them - but this isn't the right setting for one.

The entire book left me feeling very uncomfortable. You can't re-write or re-imagine some pieces of history and I'm afraid this is one of them.