I can perfectly picture all of the Zollers and their distinct personalities. I love Helga's quiet strength and how well she fits with Fredrick telling Shosanna, "You remind me of my sister" and how well they'd get along (and yet, they'd never get that opportunity).
I'm already in a tizzy over Wicki/Helga:
He'd tried to talk, several times – a mixture of words, in German and English, strangely, and all ending with him looking her solidly in the eyes with a ferocity that scared her to death.
This and this:
"I am a Jew."
"I know," she answered, and pushed into the kitchen without turning back around.
So much flailing.
And baby Freddy and his rogue hair = ♥
All of Paris, 1944 was heart-wrenching. You're going to hurt me, aren't you?
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Date: 2010-01-24 04:44 pm (UTC)I can perfectly picture all of the Zollers and their distinct personalities. I love Helga's quiet strength and how well she fits with Fredrick telling Shosanna, "You remind me of my sister" and how well they'd get along (and yet, they'd never get that opportunity).
I'm already in a tizzy over Wicki/Helga:
He'd tried to talk, several times – a mixture of words, in German and English, strangely, and all ending with him looking her solidly in the eyes with a ferocity that scared her to death.
This and this:
"I am a Jew."
"I know," she answered, and pushed into the kitchen without turning back around.
So much flailing.
And baby Freddy and his rogue hair = ♥
All of Paris, 1944 was heart-wrenching. You're going to hurt me, aren't you?