the Siege of Leningrad, in which she nearly starves but for croutons and Alexander.
a train station suddenly bombed during which she buries herself under dead bodies.Tiny, small, fragile Tatiana! Those brutal tides just sweep and sweep her! During the course of the book she survives the following: She often finds herself unable to stand up around Alexander because she has feelings, but she is resourceful enough to predict the Siege of Leningrad well ahead of time to buy extra bread and make croutons to sustain her family. Tatiana is small, blonde, fragile, selfless, innocent, frail, a lover of poetry, tiny, a complete innocent who doesn’t know what she does to men, delicate. So that you know just how low I’ve been brought, I’ll write this review in the style of The Bronze Horseman.Īt first we meet Tatiana. Plus, it’s so rare to find a romance set in WWII Russia that I thought the setting would offset the eventual letdown.ĭarlings, I’m sure I’ve read worse books than The Bronze Horseman. I’m certain I have. It’s got a 4.3 rating on Goodreads, not that that is high praise at this point, but I digress.
It’s a DIK on All About Romance, and is a fan favorite on the site’s message boards. I’m always saying that if everyone else raves about a book, I’m sure to be disappointed, but I didn’t think The Bronze Horseman could go wrong. Tatiana and Alexander’s impossible love threatens to tear the Metanova family apart and expose the dangerous secret Alexander so carefully protects-a secret as devastating as the war itself-as the lovers are swept up in the brutal tides that will change the world and their lives forever. Starvation, desperation, and fear soon grip their city during the terrible winter of the merciless German siege.
Strong and self-confident, yet guarding a mysterious and troubled past, he is drawn to Tatiana-and she to him. Tatiana meets Alexander, a brave young officer in the Red Army. Their world is turned upside down when Hitler’s armies attack Russia and begin their unstoppable blitz to Leningrad. The war has not yet touched this city of fallen grandeur, or the lives of two sisters, Tatiana and Dasha Metanova, who share a single room in a cramped apartment with their brother and parents. The golden skies, the translucent twilight, the white nights, all hold the promise of youth, of love, of eternal renewal.
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