My Brother's Shadow


As World War I draws to a close in 1918, German citizens are starving and suffering under a repressive regime. Sixteen-year-old Moritz is torn. His father died in the war and his older brother still risks his life in the trenches, but his mother does not support the patriotic cause and attends subversive socialist meetings. While his mother participates in the revolution to sweep away the monarchy, Moritz falls in love with a Jewish girl who also is a socialist. When Moritz’s brother returns home a bitter, maimed...

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As World War I draws to a close in 1918, German citizens are starving and suffering under a repressive regime. Sixteen-year-old Moritz is torn. His father died in the war and his older brother still risks his life in the trenches, but his mother does not support the patriotic cause and attends subversive socialist meetings. While his mother participates in the revolution to sweep away the monarchy, Moritz falls in love with a Jewish girl who also is a socialist. When Moritz’s brother returns home a bitter, maimed war veteran, ready to blame Germany’s defeat on everything but the old order, Moritz must choose between his allegiance to his dangerously radicalized brother and those who usher in the new democracy.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
“Nothing is going to be the way it used to be.” It’s 1918 in Berlin, and in four years’ time 16-year-old Moritz Schmidt has lost his father to the war and his baby sister to illness. Moritz feels increasingly distant from his mother and older sister, both active in the socialist revolution against the Kaiser, as well as his older brother, Hans. While his activist mother hides from the police, who are seeking to arrest her for treason, Moritz gets a job at the daily newspaper, gradually writing more articles for his mentor, Herr Goldman, while dreaming up ways to find food and money for his family. When Hans returns from war an injured and embittered radical, and Moritz falls for a socialist Jewish girl, he cannot reconcile his feelings: Is the revolution a salvation or a betrayal? In this nuanced and realistic work of historical fiction, Schröder (Saraswati’s Way) immerses readers in her setting with meticulous details and dynamic characters that contribute to a palpable sense of tension. Moritz’s intimate narration captures the conflicts, divided loyalties, and everyday horrors of the period. Ages 12–up. (Sept.)
From the Publisher
“Readers who are aware of the aftermath closing in on Moritz and his family will feel a chill looming over his romance with a Jewish neighbor and the illusory nature of the family’s brief respite after the war.” —BCCB


“A good choice for sharing across the curriculum, this is a novel readers will want to discuss.” —Booklist


"In this nuanced and realistic work of historical fiction, Schröder (Saraswati’s Way) immerses readers in her setting with meticulous details and dynamic characters that contribute to a palpable sense of tension. Moritz’s intimate narration captures the conflicts, divided loyalties, and everyday horrors of the period." —Publishers Weekly


" 'War gives meaning to some men's lives. For other men, the experience of war extinguishes all meaning in life,' says a man who becomes Moritz's mentor; Schröder makes this sad and ever-timely lesson all too clear."—Kirkus Reviews


“The sorrow and the pity of World War I haunt every page of this unsparing coming-of-age story set in Berlin during the war’s final days. Monika Schröder skillfully sketches in the fractured political background of a disintegrating imperial Germany. She doesn’t miss a beat in her fast-paced first-person narrative as sixteen-year-old Moritz copes with his family’s misfortunes, finds his calling, and discovers love.  I found the innocence of the meetings between Moritz and Rebecca particularly affecting, and because she happens to be Jewish, the story ends on a note of foreboding.  This is a memorable and instructive novel.”—Russell Freedman, Newbery-award winning author of The War to End All Wars: World War I

Children's Literature - Lois Rubin Gross
War stories are often told from the viewpoint of the victor, but Schroder tells a different tale—the story of the German Schmidt family in the closing days of World War I. Teenage Moritz Schmidt has taken on the responsibilities of man-of-the-house since his father was an early war casualty and his brother is serving in the Kaiser's forces. Moritz struggles with the ethics of wartime survival for his family. Although he and his mother are both employed, the family struggles with food rationing, the threat of Spanish flu (which has already killed Moritz's younger sister), and other hardships of the wartime political landscape. Moritz's mother and sister have joined the radical Social Democrat party, a subversive organization promoting revolution from within the country. While Moritz is initially neutral, he is brought into the activities of the party by his association with Rebecca Cohen, the secretary to Hugo Haase, a party official. Moritz's brother's return from the war, disabled and addicted to morphine, represents the seeds of change in Germany. Hans, embittered by the German military loss and the abdication of the Kaiser, takes out his anger on his family and through acts of anti-Semitic brutality. While Moritz moves ahead in his chosen career as a journalist, it is easy to see that Hans represents Germany's other path, the one that leads to Hitler's rise to power and Germany's path to World War II. Schroder's portrait of wartime Germany is even-handed and takes the reader into and important postscript to World War I, the dominance of Democratic Socialism which included suffrage and office holding for women. With a budding romance between Christian Moritz and Jewish Rebecca, a future conflict is predictable but adds a human interest hook for readers. Reviewer: Lois Rubin Gross
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up—Moritz, 16, struggles with the political climate and the realities of life in Germany near the end of World War I. He and his family feel the impact of the fighting acutely: Moritz's father died serving his country, and his brother, Hans, is injured in battle. Schröder gracefully weaves in the effects of war throughout the novel without being overbearing. To make up for the absence of his father and Hans, who suffers even more psychologically than he does from his physical injuries, Moritz works at the local newspaper and steals food to supplement rations. Meanwhile, his aunt, mother, and sister, all disillusioned with the Kaiser's government, become active in the socialist movement. Hope comes in the shape of two of Moritz's relationships. His friendship with a Jewish teen, Rebecca, blossoms into an innocent romance, and Herr Goldmann, his newspaper colleague, stokes his passion for writing by giving him assignments for the paper. The author develops Moritz's character through a series of difficult decisions he must make, some pitting him against his own family in a striking manner. The rushed ending foreshadows the anti-Semitic climate that developed in Germany in the years between the two World Wars. An author's note contains further information about the complex political and social environment of the period. Libraries in need of fiction from the World War I era will find this an acceptable choice.—Hilary Writt, Sullivan University, Lexington, KY
Kirkus Reviews

Set in Berlin as World War I is nearing the ultimate, shameful defeat of Germany, the story 16-year-old Moritznarratesreveals the causes of the next great war.

By 1918, conditions in Germany, especially for civilians, were brutal: starvation, lack of essential goods, war-wounded on every street, dead soldiers from every family. Working-class Moritz is an apprentice printer taking the place of his father, who was killed at the front. His older brother, Hans,lost part of an arm and an eye fighting for his homeland and has become a morphine addict and street bully. In him, readers see the incipient Nazi as he and others attack an old Jewish man and he adopts of the creed of German vengeance. The slow unfolding of conditions and characters forces readers to see a full portrait of the then present and the soon future.Moritz meets Rebecca, daughter of a Jewish bookseller, and through her and her companions becomes involved in the politics of the Social Democrats. Here the book becomes somewhat preachy, as various political philosophies are presented. An author's note at the end of the book fills in historical details and names; it would be wise to read this before starting this gripping, active novel.

"War gives meaning to some men's lives. For other men, the experience of war extinguishes all meaning in life," says a man who becomes Moritz's mentor; Schröder makes this sad and ever-timely lesson all too clear. (Historical fiction. 12 & up)

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780374351229
  • Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
  • Publication date: 9/27/2011
  • Pages: 224
  • Sales rank: 1,001,468
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: 740L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.80 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Monika Schröder lives in New Delhi, India, where she works as the elementary librarian at the American Embassy School. This is her third novel.

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My Brother's Shadow

By Monika Schroder

Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)

Copyright © 2011 Monika Schroder
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780374351229


I still hear the rhythmic drumming of the rotation press in the printing room of the Berliner Daily where I just finished my shift. It’s already September, but late summer’s humid heat has returned; it clings to me like a hot, wet towel as I walk to the small park across the street and sit in the shade of a linden tree to read the paper I just helped to print. Today’s Berliner Daily headline boasts “Masterful Retreat at the Ailette Front,” announcing the “successful detachment from the enemy.” Some people are saying the war is not going as well as the government is trying to make it sound. The newspapers have to print the official armed forces war bulletin so it’s hard to know what really is going on, but I am sure the German Reich will achieve final victory.
A woman walks by with a small child on each hand. All three of them look gaunt, their eyes underlined by purplish rings, their cheeks hollow. I’m always hungry myself. After four years of war and the British navy’s blockade of German harbors, there is not much left of anything. Printing paper is rationed since last week and the Berliner Daily is published on only half the usual number of pages.
On the bottom of the first page I study an advertisement for nerve tonic. It reminds me of Papa, who died at Verdun two years ago. At first his letters proudly described the devastating impact of the German flamethrowers on the enemy’s morale, but as the battle dragged on he openly expressed his despair. When my mother read one of those sad letters to us, my older brother, Hans, turned red in the face and yelled, “Maybe we should send him a nerve tonic to build up his strength if he is such a weakling.” Hans can get angry like that. It hurt to hear him talk about Papa this way, but I didn’t dare say anything.
Soon after, we got the letter informing us that Papa had died. Because he also worked for the Berliner Daily the paper paid for his obituary. His name appeared in one of the many black-framed boxes under an Iron Cross, announcing his heroic death on the battlefield for “People, Kaiser, and Fatherland.” When I showed it to Mama she threw the paper across the kitchen table and said, “People, Kaiser, and Fatherland? My husband didn’t die for me or for his country. He only died for our foolish Kaiser, who loves his uniforms and his yachts. He and his military cronies brought us all this misery.” Hans argued with her even then, and I wondered how he could make it sound like it was Papa’s fault to have been shot dead by the enemy’s artillery fire. But I kept quiet. Later I cut out the obituary, folded it neatly, and placed it in the cigar box, the one that shows a picture of the Kaiser in his uniform on the lid.
Now, for more than a year, Hans has been fighting in the trenches on the Western Front. His last letter arrived two weeks ago, asking us to send him lice powder. How awful to be pestered by the little nits while burrowed in the earth, expecting enemy fire or a gas attack at any moment. But Hans was always stronger than me and not afraid of anything. The day Hans left to meet his battalion at the train station, he got angry with Mama for swearing at the “damn war.” Hans said it was an honor to serve the Kaiser, and when Mama saw that he really meant it she cried even more.
On the second page a poetry contest calls readers to “Support the War Effort! Write a patriotic poem to encourage Berliners to give money for the 9th War Bond, 1918.” A patriotic poem is about all I can contribute to the war effort. I am only sixteen, too young to enlist. The winner of the contest will receive 500 Marks. I know I won’t win, but even if my poem comes in third I will get 200 Marks, enough to buy back my mother’s sewing machine. It is still with the fat man in the pawnshop at the corner of Charlottenstrasse.
Mama used to sit under the window in our living room, altering dresses or sewing sailor suits for children, while my little sister, Louise, played with her doll on the floor. Last winter, when Louise started to cough, Mama sold the machine to buy medicine and meat. But then Louise spat blood and two days later she died. Shortly after, my mother went to work in the ammunition factory and began to attend socialist party meetings, talking badly about the Kaiser, blaming him for everything.
During my lunch break I had already composed a few lines: The Kaiser needs us, the Kaiser leads us. Let’s give what we … When I read what I have written out loud, the words leave the hollow sound of an empty can rolling over cobblestones. A good poem expresses the true emotion of the author, my former schoolteacher Professor Blum used to say. There is no doubt that I love the Kaiser and my fatherland, but my feelings don’t come across in these sentences. I rip the page from the notebook, crumple it into a tight ball, and throw it in the metal waste bin next to the park bench.
Hans would have already found a way to make enough money to buy back the sewing machine. On Sundays he often returned home with lentils, eggs, or other items you couldn’t get even with ration cards. He never told me what he and his friend Otto were up to, but I knew he hadn’t bought these things with his salary as a watchmaker at Hoffmann & Nolte. He always made sure I didn’t follow him when he met with Otto and the gang. In several letters I’ve asked Hans if he could put in a good word for me with Otto, and explained why I needed the money. But Hans has never responded. I know that Otto’s gang still makes money and finds food since I overheard Emil bragging about it. Emil and his older brother, Robert, another friend of Hans’s, are both in the gang.
A voice startles me out of my thoughts. “Moritz, what are you doing out here in the heat?”
Herr Goldmann’s lanky body jerks with each step as he pulls his right leg in a stiff limp toward my bench. In spite of the heat he wears a suit. Its jacket seems two sizes too big, and the waistline of his pants is bunched together with a belt.
“Just resting after work, Herr Goldmann.”
“Resting sounds like a good idea.” He sits down next to me and pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket to dab his forehead. “Air as thick as jelly,” he sighs, and shakes his head, sending tiny drops of sweat flying from his dark curls. Herr Goldmann is the only younger journalist left at the Berliner Daily. Because of his leg he has not been drafted.
“I was too late this time,” he says, and holds up a sheet of paper. “You weren’t there, so Old Moser sent me right back out.” Herr Goldmann often brings his drafts to the printing room after the deadline. If Old Moser, my boss, isn’t paying attention, I squeeze the article into the next edition and Herr Goldmann gives me real cigarettes that I sell on the black market. Old Moser thinks they should have found something for Herr Goldmann to do in the war.
“I didn’t know you were also a scribbler.” He points to my notebook.
“I’m not, really.” I like to write my observations in my journal, but I’m not a good writer. After I finished middle school Papa wanted me to start an apprenticeship in the same printshop he worked in. I had dreamed of being a journalist, but there was no money for further schooling once Papa was drafted. The closest I could get to a career in journalism was at the printing press.
“May I?” Without waiting for my answer he takes the notebook and flips through the pages. “You participated in the contest to replace foreign words?”
“Yes, I did. But I didn’t win.” Last spring, newspapers had asked their readers to help clean the German language of foreign vocabulary. I had suggested “Holland Gravy” to replace “Hollandaise Sauce.” But the person who sent in “Dutch Dip” had won.
“You don’t like French words? What about ci-ga-rette?” He widens his dark eyes, giving his birdlike face a comical expression, as he pronounces each syllable with the soft vowels that Berliners usually don’t have. I wonder how he can make the foreign words sound this way.
“Tobacco roll sounds just fine to me.” I shrug.
“You appear to be very interested in politics,” he says, turning another page in my notebook with his tapered fingers.
“I like reading the papers.”
“But you also write, yourself. This is a vivid description of the parade at Tempelhof Field last March.”
I look down and draw a line in the gravel with the tip of my shoe.
“And you copied parts of the Kaiser’s speech celebrating his thirty years as emperor last summer.” Herr Goldmann reads the excerpt out loud, perfectly imitating the Kaiser’s diction. “This war is not fought around a strategic campaign; this war concerns the struggle between two worldviews: Do we uphold the Prussian-German worldview of justice, freedom, and honor? Or do we succumb to the Anglo-Saxon way of doing things, which means the worship of money?”
“You’re good with accents,” I say.
“Thanks. That’s because my mother was an actress.”
“She’s not acting anymore?”
“Oh, no! She’s dead,” Herr Goldmann says.
“I’m sorry.”
“She died a long time ago, but thank you.” He nods and reads another of my short descriptions of the Kaiser’s appearances. “You pay attention to detail. That’s important for a good writer!”
“I’m not a good writer.”
“Maybe not yet,” Herr Goldmann says. “But you know what you have to do to become one. That’s the first step!”
I’m not sure how to respond. No one has ever called me a good writer.
“Would you like to come with me?” Herr Goldmann gives the notebook back to me. “I’m on my way to report on a social democratic workers’ meeting for tomorrow’s edition. Have you been to a socialist gathering?”
“No. I don’t care for them,” I say.
“The meeting is supposed to be disturbed by the police. We might see some action,” he says, and winks an eye. “Or do you need to get home?”
I’m not really interested in a political meeting, but it’s still too early to go home and maybe Herr Goldmann will give me another cigarette. I pack up my notebook and follow him as he limps toward the park gate.
“Aren’t these meetings illegal?” I ask as we pass a long line of women waiting in front of a butcher’s shop on Louisenstrasse.
“They are,” Herr Goldmann says. “Since the government has made it illegal to gather and talk about the war, which is what the social democrats mostly do, their meetings are illegal.”
We turn onto Lindenstrasse, and I am about to ask Herr Goldmann how he learned about this gathering when he stops in front of a pub. “Here it is”—he points at the sign above the entrance—“the Hot Corner. What a fitting name. It’s going to be stifling in there.”
We walk past the bar and Herr Goldmann speaks briefly to an older man who sits next to the back door. The man nods and lets us enter. All the windows are closed, most of the net curtains drawn. It is almost too hot to breathe. Clouds of smoke hover over the long tables. I recognize the smell of ersatz cigarettes, made from nettles and dried beech leaves, which most people now have to smoke for lack of real tobacco. The benches are filled with middle-aged men in working clothes, but there are also many women in the audience. A short man with thinning hair and a looping black mustache is speaking from the podium. I follow Herr Goldmann as he makes his way closer to the front. The man at the podium raises his voice when he calls out, “The people are paying the price while the bosses of the war industry are profiteering. It’s the little man who suffers the most.”
“And the little woman,” a female voice shouts from the back of the room.
“Yes, you are right,” he continues. “The women are suffering here at home. They are the ones who have to feed their families, while the capitalists exploit them in their ammunition factories. Four years of slaughter, misery, and hunger are enough.”
“That is Hugo Haase,” Herr Goldmann says. “The leader of the Independent Social Democrats. He’s a member of the Reichstag.”
When Haase finishes his speech, he introduces the next speaker as a courageous leader of the movement. A woman steps behind the podium and I hold my breath.
“Workers,” she addresses the audience, “we are gathered here today to express, once again, our discontent with this war. I have already lost my husband to the war. My oldest son is in the trenches on the Western Front. Many of you have lost husbands, sons, or brothers or soon will if this slaughter doesn’t come to an end. We have been tricked into believing in the final victory of our beloved country. But now it is time to end this war!” Some people in the audience cheer.
“This woman has guts,” Herr Goldmann says approvingly. He scribbles something on his notepad. I don’t respond. I can’t tell Herr Goldmann that the woman is my mother.

Copyright © 2011 by Monika Schröder


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Reading Group Guide

Pre-Reading Activities

"ere are names and terms in the story with which

readers are unlikely to be familiar. Have students

use print and electronic resources to research the

following: abdication, armistice, Bolshevik, Hugo

Haase, Kaiser Wilhelm II, Karl Liebknecht, Rosa

Luxemburg, Reichstag, Social Democratic Party,

Spartacus Group, and Weimar Republic.

Ask students what facts they know about World

War I. Fill in whatever gaps they have in their

knowledge in order to have a basic understanding

of the who, when, where, why, and how of the


Locate maps of Europe before and after the war

and compare and contrast them with contemporary

maps of the continent.

Discussion Questions

How has the British blockade of German harbors

affected civilians like Moritz and his family?

What has become of Moritz’s father? Where is his

brother Hans?

Why does Moritz want to win the patriotic poem


How did the war affect Moritz’s career plans?

What secret does Moritz keep from Herr


How does Moritz’s view of the war contrast with

those of his mother and Hedwig?

How does Moritz feel about stealing food with

Robert and Otto?

What is Moritz’s response when Herr Goldmann

says he believes Germany will lose the war? Do you

think it’s cowardly or unpatriotic for Herr

Goldmann to speak that way? Why do you think

it’s so difficult for Moritz to accept the possibility

of Germany’s defeat?

What happened to Herr Goldmann’s brother in the

war? What might be a contemporary diagnosis for

the “nerve condition” doctors say Herr Goldmann’s

brother has?

Why is Moritz’s mother accused of treason? Do

you think her actions are treasonous?

Do you agree with Moritz when he tells his mother

she is “betraying Hans and Papa by not believing in

our victory”? (p. 45)

What do Moritz, Otto, and Robert find when they

break into the villa? What does Otto observe about

rich people?

How does what Moritz sees on the food line and

at the Food Administration office affect his view of

the war?

What is Moritz’s response to Herr Goldmann’s

comment that he should be proud of his mother?

What is the reaction of Mortiz’s mother and aunt

to his buying back the sewing machine? What do

their reactions make Moritz realize about himself?

On the train to Metz when Moritz and Rebecca

are talking about Karl May’s books, Moritz says he

doesn’t “want to read anything right now that takes

place in America.” (p. 92) Why does he

immediately regret saying that to Rebecca?

In what condition does Moritz find Hans at the

army hospital?

What do Otto and Robert want Moritz to do for

them? Why does Moritz choose not to help them?

Why does Moritz warn Rebecca about Otto’s

threat? How is this an example of how he has


Why is Moritz embarrassed at what Herr

Goldmann says about his mother?

How is Hans’s homecoming different from how

Moritz imagined it would be?

Who does Hans say are responsible for the

downfall of Germany?

Why does Hans accuse Moritz of betraying him?

What does Hans say about the conditions of the

armistice? Do you agree with him?

What prompts Moritz’s outburst at Hans?

What does Moritz see Hans doing in the street

with the major he met at the hospital?

When Moritz sees Hans plastering posters, why do

you think he chooses not to acknowledge him?

What do you think will become of Moritz and

Rebecca? What do you think will become of Hans?

What are some examples in the story of how the

German government was oppressive to its citizens?

"ere are several discussions of what constitutes

patriotism and treason in the story. Do you think

it’s unpatriotic to not support a war your country

is fighting? What do you think are actions a person

would have to do to be considered treasonous to

his or her country?

Discuss the meaning of the book’s title.

Post-Reading Activities

In the story, mention is made of two weapons

never before used in warfare: flame throwers

and tanks. "e First World War is known for the

first use of barbed wire and many new weapons,

including airplanes, dirigibles, long range artillery,

grenades, machine guns, and poison gas. In pairs

or small groups, use online and print resources to

research and report who invented these weapons,

how they were developed, and how they were used

in World War I.

Many historians believe the harsh terms against

Germany in the Treaty of Versailles directly led

to the rise of Adolf Hitler and World War II. In

pairs or small groups, have students research what

conditions Germany had to meet in the treaty and

decide whether or not they were unfair.

Before becoming dictator of Germany in 1933,

Adolf Hitler served in the German Army during

World War I. Ask readers to research what Hitler

did in the war and what his reaction was to signing

of the Treaty of Versailles. An excellent source on

Hitler’s life is James Cross Giblin’s !e Life and

Death of Adolf Hitler (Clarion, 2002).

When Hans returns home, he makes many

disparaging remarks about Jews. Aunt Martha

remarks that “the Jews are now scapegoats for

everything.” (p. 183) In pairs or small groups, have

students research how Adolf Hitler and the Nazi

Party used anti-Semitism in their rise to power

and how it eventually led to the Holocaust during

World War II.

"e Great War inspired writers of all generations

and classes, most notably among combatants.

Particularly memorable is the poetry written by

soldiers who served in the war. John McCrae’s In

Flanders Fields is perhaps the best known example

of World War I poetry, but other poets such as

Rupert Brooke, Wilfred Owen, and Siegfried

Sassoon are notable. World War I poetry is

included in many literature anthologies. Two good

anthologies are The Penguin Book of World

War I Poetry and First World War Poems (Faber

& Faber). Another anthology that includes World

War I poetry is Neil Philip’s War and the Pity of

War (Clarion, 1998).

Online sources of World War I poems include and

Ask readers to research these sources, select a

poem that resonates with them, and share it with

the group.

Web Sites on World War I

First World A Multimedia History of

World War I

World War I

World War I Document Archive

Recommended Further

Reading on World War I


Breslin, "eresa. Remembrance. Delacorte, 2002.

Frost, Helen. Crossing Stones. Frances Foster

Books/Farrar Straus Giroux, 2009.

Lawrence, Iain. Lord of the Nutcracker Men.

Delacorte, 2001.

Morpurgo, Michael. Private Peaceful. Scholastic,


Remarque, Erich Maria. All Quiet on the Western

Front. Little, Brown, 1929.

Slade, Arthur. Megiddo’s Shadow. Wendy Lamb/

Random House, 2006.

Spillbeen, Geert. Kipling’s Choice. Trans. Terese

Edelstein. Houghton Mifflin, 2005.

Spillbeen, Geert. Age 14. Trans. Terese Edelstein.

Houghton Mifflin, 2009.

Trumbo, Dalton. Johnny Got His Gun.

J.B. Lippincott, 1939.


Adams, Simon. World War I (Eyewitness Books)

DK, 2007.

Bausum, Ann. Unraveling Freedom: !e Battle for

Democracy on the Home Front

During World War I. National Geographic, 2010.

Brocklehurst, Ruth. Usborne Introduction to the

First World War. Usborne, 2007.

Freedman, Russell. !e War to End All Wars:

World War I. Clarion, 2010.

Granfield, Linda. In Flanders Fields: !e Story of

the Poem by John McCrae. Illus. Janet

Wilson. Doubleday, 1996.

Granfield, Linda. Where Poppies Grow: A World

War I Companion. Fitzhenry & Whiteside, 2001.

Murphy, Jim. Truce: !e Day the Soldiers Stopped

Fighting. Scholastic, 2009.

Myers, Walter Dean and Bill Miles. !e Harlem

Hellfighters: When Pride Met Courage. Amistad/

Harper Collins, 2005.


Philip, Neil, ed. War and the Pity of War. Illus.

Michael McCurdy. Clarion, 1998.

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