Briar Rose :: essays research papers

Jane Yolsen produces a powerful and moving novel that deftly blends the legend of quiescency Beauty with the historical tragedy of the Holocaust. To Rebecca, Sylvia and Shana, "Briar ruddiness" was simply a bed time story exclusively in all reality the story they grew up with was an actual event in Gemmas life. Although Gemma always identify strongly with Briar Rose, the sleeping princess, no one had thought it anything but a bedtime story. But when a mysterious box of clippings and photos turns up after Gemmas death, hinting that the accepted version of Gemmas origins is un square(a), Becca begins tracing the real story, which bears striking resemblances to Gemmas fairy tale. Becca and so sets off on a journey to Europe to discover her grandmothers true identity. I felt this book was more for adults than for three-year-old adults. It was complicated and credibly difficult for a young teen to follow. It had language that may non suitable for a young adult. Such as a pains like, "Stan expertly braked and simultaneously turned the wheel slightly to the right. "Asshole" he muttered." (Jane Yolen, 67). It was a remarkable book. I usually dont enjoy allegeing what I "have" to, but I truly adored this book. When I outset started the book I wasnt very enthused but once I take in the first four chapters (for the second time) I started falling into the novel. I became so emotionally involved with the characters and the story that I had to finish it. It made me echo everything I had learned in history class about the Holocaust. At that time it did not seem to "click". Now that I read this story and all of its frightful horrors it all comes rushing back. Now that I think about it, this is actually a great book for young adults to read. It teaches them a little about the holocaust and the terrible tragedies that had occurred. It even teaches them a bit about homosexuality. Though the gays were not treated very wholesome in Yolens novel. I loved the detail that Yolen put into "Briar Rose". It felt like I was actually there, staring down at the mountain of bodies below. Smelling the putrid smell of week old degeneracy corpses. Sleeping in a trench covered with branches and leaves, with nine to bakers dozen other escapees, aching for a shower and food in my stomach.