I first heard about the story from a Baby-Sitter’s Club book. True story. I think it was from one of Stacey’s books. So when I saw it at my used bookstore, Twice Sold Tales, I snapped it up for cheap.

Patricia Ann Bergen is a 12-year-old Jewish girl living in wartime Arkansas. I guess sending POWs to America during World War II was customary. I have never heard of such a policy before. However, the author, Bette Greene, based it on her childhood in the South. So, I assume she went through or knew someone who did go through what Patty did.

Patty is a lonely girl. She is the bane of her parents’ existence. She makes up fanciful stories as 12-year-olds tend to do. She hates wearing dresses, and her hair is always a mess.

Her father is not affectionate with her and is hair-trigger abusive. Her aloof and beautiful mother constantly compares Patty’s looks to her baby sister Sharon and worries about her figure. Sharon looks like their mother but is completely unaware of the power that she holds because of it.

The Bergens run a department store in town and leave the house tended by their black maid, Ruth.

She has no real friends. The girls she was semi-friends with at school were at Bible camp for the summer. Her parents didn’t want her to go to Bible camp, even though she swore to lie about loving Jesus and everything.

So when she meets Fredrick Anton Reiker by chance in her parents’ store, she thinks it’s a dream come true. Patty believes she has made a friend.

Anton speaks perfect English and is articulate and educated. He also behaves nothing like the soldier that they say he was. Like many other people during that time, Patty believed that all Nazis were the worst of their stereotypes. She meets him and questions what they have told her about his culture.

At 12, you are at that odd age when you don’t always do what you’re told, and you trust your instincts more.

Using some skill, Anton escapes from the POW camp and runs across Patty again. Patty harbors him in a boarded-up garage owned by her family that doubles as her hideout for a few days. Their friendship blossoms, but it’s perfectly innocent.

I think Patty matured considerably after meeting Anton. He exposed her to great authors and made her feel worthwhile in their short time together. When Anton realizes it’s time to move on, he does so at great peril.

Patty’s careless mistake casts a cloud of suspicion over her family to the point where the small-town mentality becomes its stereotype. I don’t want to spoil it. But it’s sad what the townsfolk do to the Bergens.

At its heart, it’s a coming-of-age story about a misunderstood girl. As such, the ending was unsatisfying. It left me wanting closure. But what was so unique was that I didn’t expect one.

Does that make sense? There weren’t any redeeming qualities about the characters that made me feel they could improve. No one listens to 12-year-olds. Patty had no chance in hell of fixing the wrongs in her life. No way, none. The ending is emotionally brutal in that sense.

The book is more suited for young adults. If I had read it when I was younger, it would have had a more significant effect on me than it did in my mid-twenties.

I would recommend it to girls Patty’s age and those struggling with their identity.