Cute. In the same way that Goodbye, Lenin is cute.
This book mixes a healthy element of nostalgia - for decades past, for lives past - with a predictable critique of the Soviet bloc. The one thing that I found particularly endearing is that it shows how the memories of a child, or a young adult (or perhaps anyone?!?) will always assume almost mythical traits. And it's also a demonstration of how children, in whatever kind of situation, are often able to find a positive spin in their microcosm even when the world of the grown-ups around them goes through seismic shifts.
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