This one is a knockout. I've been interested since childhood in WW2, the Holocaust, and the story of how many German people could have enabled and helped Hitler and his thugs to kill millions of Jews. Krug sews many different threads--her shame at being German, the way she was educated about WW2, her mixed feelings about home and her heritage. In particular, she visits Germany (she now lives in the US) to consult local archives about her mother's father, talks to family members, and gets as close to the truth as she can.
Krug is also a cartoonist and graphic artist, and this book is a beautiful piece of creativity, filled with drawings, paintings, and family photographs. As I read the book, it reminded me of a recent thought I've had about history--that our family's history and our country's history still lives within us, no matter who we are. The past doesn't die. I admire Krug's hard work to find what she could, to face the truth and make peace with her place in the world.