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#1 New York Times bestseller and winner of the Carnegie Medal! 

"A superlative novel . . . masterfully crafted."--The Wall Street Journal

Based on "the forgotten tragedy that was six times deadlier than the Titanic."--Time

Winter 1945. WWII. Four refugees. Four stories.

Each one born of a different homeland; each one hunted, and haunted, by tragedy, lies, war. As thousands desperately flock to the coast in the midst of a Soviet advance, four paths converge, vying for passage aboard the Wilhelm Gustloff, a ship that promises safety and freedom. But not all promises can be kept . . .

This paperback edition includes book club questions and exclusive interviews with Wilhelm Gustloff survivors and experts.

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Praise for Salt to the Sea:

A #1 New York Times Bestseller
An International Bestseller
Winner of the Carnegie Medal
Featured on NPR''s Morning Edition  


"Ruta Sepetys acts as champion of the interstitial people so often ignored — whole populations lost in the cracks of history."— The New York Times
 
"Superlative...masterfully crafted...[a] powerful work of historical fiction."—The Wall Street Journal
[Sepetys is] a master of YA fiction…she once again anchors a panoramic view of epic tragedy in perspectives that feel deeply textured and immediate."—Entertainment Weekly

"[A] riveting novel . . . Sepetys skillfully weaves history into her story, here grounding her nuanced characters in the events of winter 1945. Vivid details punctuate the spare prose."— The Washington Post


"[H]aunting, heartbreaking, hopeful and altogether gorgeous...one of the best young-adult novels to appear in a very long time."—Salt Lake Tribune  

"Ruta Sepetys is a master of historical fiction. In  Salt to the Sea the hard truths of her herculean research are tempered with effortless, intimate storytelling, as her warm and human characters breathe new life into one of the world''s most terrible and neglected tragedies." — Elizabeth Wein, New York Times bestselling author of Printz Award Honor Book Code Name Verity

“A rich, page-turning story that brings to vivid life a terrifying—and little-known—moment in World War II history.” — Steve Sheinkin, author of Newbery Honor and National Book Award finalist Bomb
 
"Brutal. Beautiful. Honest." — Sabaa Tahir, New York Times bestselling author of An Ember in the Ashes

"Ruta Sepetys is more than just an author — she''s history''s answer to CSI."— Mashable

"[A] stunning historical novel."— Hypable
 
* "Sepetys excels in shining light on lost chapters of history, and this visceral novel proves a memorable testament to strength and resilience in the face of war and cruelty." — Publishers Weekly, starred review
  
* "This haunting gem of a novel begs to be remembered, and in turn, it tries to remember the thousands of real people its fictional characters represent. What it asks of us is that their memories, and their stories, not be abandoned to the sea."  Booklist, starred review
 
* "Artfully told and sensitively crafted, Sepetys’s exploration of this little-known piece of history will leave readers weeping."  SLJ, starred review

"The inevitability of the ending (including the loss of several characters) doesn''t change its poignancy, and the short chapters and slowly revealed back stories for each character guarantee the pages keep turning. Heartbreaking, historical, and a little bit hopeful." — Kirkus Reviews
"Intimate, extraordinary, artfully crafted...brilliant."—Shelf Awareness 
 
"This book includes all the reasons why teens read:  for knowledge, for romance, for amazing and irritating characters.  This novel will break readers’ hearts and then put them back together a little more whole." — VOYA

"Sepetys’s...scene-setting is impeccable; the penetrating cold of the journey is palpable, and she excels at conveying the scope of the losses while giving them a human face....[T]his elegiac tale succeeds with impressive research, affecting characters, and keen, often unsettling insights into humans’ counterposed tendencies toward evil and nobility. Readers will be left to discuss which impulse triumphs here." — The Horn Book

About the Author

Ruta Sepetys (www.rutasepetys.com) is an internationally acclaimed, #1 New York Times bestselling author of historical fiction published in over sixty countries and forty languages. Sepetys is considered a "crossover" novelist, as her books are read by both teens and adults worldwide. Her novels Between Shades of Gray, Out of the Easy, and Salt to the Sea have won or been shortlisted for more than forty book prizes, and are included on more than sixty state award lists. Between Shades of Gray was adapted into the film Ashes in the Snow, and her other novels are currently in development for TV and film. Winner of the Carnegie Medal, Ruta is passionate about the power of history and literature to foster global awareness and connectivity. She has presented to NATO, to the European Parliament, in the United States Capitol, and at embassies worldwide. Ruta was born and raised in Michigan and now lives with her family in Nashville, Tennessee. Follow her on Twitter @RutaSepetys and Instagram @RutaSepetysAuthor.

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joana

Guilt is a hunter. 
My conscience mocked me, picking fights like a petulant child.
It’s all your fault, the voice whispered.
I quickened my pace and caught up with our small group. The Germans would march us off the field road if they found us. Roads were reserved for the military. Evacuation orders hadn’t been issued and anyone fleeing East Prussia was branded a deserter. But what did that matter? I became a deserter four years ago, when I fled from Lithuania.
Lithuania.
I had left in 1941. What was happening at home? Were the dreadful things whispered in the streets true?
We approached a mound on the side of the road. The small boy in front of me whimpered and pointed. He had joined us two days prior, just wandered out of the forest alone and quietly began following us.
“Hello, little one. How old are you?” I had asked.
“Six,” he replied.
“Who are you traveling with?”
He paused and dropped his head. “My Omi.”
I turned toward the woods to see if his grandmother had emerged. “Where is your Omi now?” I asked.
The wandering boy looked up at me, his pale eyes wide. “She didn’t wake up.”
So the little boy traveled with us, often drifting just slightly ahead or behind. And now he stood, pointing to a flap of dark wool beneath a meringue of snow.
I waved the group onward and when everyone advanced I ran to the snow-covered heap. The wind lifted a layer of icy flakes revealing the dead blue face of a woman, probably in her twenties. Her mouth and eyes were hinged open, fixed in fear. I dug through her iced pockets, but they had already been picked. In the lining of her jacket I found her identification papers. I stuffed them in my coat to pass on to the Red Cross and dragged her body off the road and into the field. She was dead, frozen solid, but the thought of tanks rolling over her was more than I could bear.
I ran back to the road and our group. The wandering boy stood in the center of the path, snow falling all around him.
“She didn’t wake up either?” he asked quietly.
I shook my head and took his mittened hand in mine.
And then we both heard it in the distance.
Bang.
 
 
florian

Fate is a hunter.
Engines buzzed in a swarm above. Der Schwarze Tod, “the Black Death,” they called them. I hid beneath the trees. The planes weren’t visible, but I felt them. Close. Trapped by darkness both ahead and behind, I weighed my options. An explosion detonated and death crept closer, curling around me in fingers of smoke.
I ran.
My legs churned, sluggish, disconnected from my racing mind. I willed them to move, but my conscience noosed around my ankles and pulled down hard.
“You are a talented young man, Florian.” That’s what Mother had said.
“You are Prussian. Make your own decisions, son,” said my father.
Would he have approved of my decisions, of the secrets I now carried across my back? Amidst this war between Hitler and Stalin, would Mother still consider me talented, or criminal?
The Soviets would kill me. But how would they torture me first? The Nazis would kill me, but only if they uncovered the plan. How long would it remain a secret? The questions propelled me forward, whipping through the cold forest, dodging branches. I clutched my side with one hand, my pistol with the other. The pain surged with each breath and step, releasing warm blood out of the angry wound.
The sound of the engines faded. I had been on the run for days and my mind felt as weak as my legs. The hunter preyed on the fatigued and weary. I had to rest. The pain slowed me to a jog and finally a walk. Through the dense trees in the forest I spied branches hiding an old potato cellar. I jumped in.
Bang.
 
 
emilia

Shame is a hunter.
I would rest a moment. I had a moment, didn’t I? I slid across the cold, hard earth toward the back of the cave. The ground quivered. Soldiers were close. I had to move but felt so tired. It was a good idea to put branches over the mouth of the forest cellar. Wasn’t it? No one would trek this far off the road. Would they?
I pulled the pink woolen cap down over my ears and tugged my coat closed near my throat. Despite my bundled layers, January’s teeth bit sharp. My fingers had lost all feeling. Pieces of my hair, frozen crisp to my collar, tore as I turned my head. So I thought of August.
My eyes dropped closed.
And then they opened.
A Russian soldier was there.
He leaned over me with a light, poking my shoulder with his pistol.
I jumped, frantically pushing myself back.
“Fräulein.” He grinned, pleased that I was alive. “ Komme, Fräulein. How old are you?”
“Fifteen,” I whispered. “Please, I’m not German. Nicht Deutsche.”
He didn’t listen, didn’t understand, or didn’t care. He pointed his gun at me and yanked at my ankle. “Shh, Fräulein.” He lodged the gun under the bone of my chin.
I pleaded. I put my hands across my stomach and begged.
He moved forward.
No. This would not happen. I turned my head. “Shoot me, soldier. Please.”
Bang.
 
 
alfred

Fear is a hunter.
But brave warriors, we brush away fear with a flick of the wrist. We laugh in the face of fear, kick it like a stone across the street. Yes, Hannelore, I compose these letters in my mind first, as I cannot abandon my men as often as I think of you.
You would be proud of your watchful companion, sailor Alfred Frick. Today I saved a young woman from falling into the sea. It was nothing really, but she was so grateful she clung to me, not wanting to let go.
“Thank you, sailor.” Her warm whisper lingered in my ear. She was quite pretty and smelled like fresh eggs, but there have been many grateful and pretty girls. Oh, do not be concerned. You and your red sweater are foremost in my thoughts. How fondly, how incessantly, I think of my Hannelore and red-sweater days.
I’m relieved you are not here to see this. Your sugared heart could not bear the treacherous circumstances here in the port of Gotenhafen. At this very moment, I am guarding dangerous explosives. I am serving Germany well. Only seventeen, yet carrying more valor than those twice my years. There is talk of an honor ceremony but I’m too busy fighting for the Führer to accept honors. Honors are for the dead, I’ve told them. We must fight while we are alive!
Yes, Hannelore, I shall prove to all of Germany. There is indeed a hero inside of me.
Bang.
I abandoned my mental letter and crouched in the supply closet, hoping no one would find me. I did not want to go outside. 
 
 
florian

I stood in the forest cellar, my gun fixed on the dead Russian. The back of his head had departed from his skull. I rolled him off the woman.
She wasn’t a woman. She was a girl in a pink woolen cap. And she had fainted.
I scavenged through the Russian’s frozen pockets and took cigarettes, a flask, a large sausage wrapped in paper, his gun, and ammunition. He wore two watches on each wrist, trophies collected from his victims. I didn’t touch them.
Crouching near the corner of the cellar, I scanned the cold chamber for signs of food but saw none. I put the ammunition in my pack, careful not to disturb the small box wrapped in a cloth. The box. How could something so small hold such power? Wars had been waged over less. Was I really willing to die for it? I gnawed at the dried sausage, savoring the saliva it produced.
The ground vibrated slightly.
This Russian wasn’t alone. There would be more. I had to move.
I turned the top on the soldier’s flask and raised it to my nose. Vodka. I opened my coat, then my shirt, and poured the alcohol down my side. The intensity of the pain produced a flash in front of my eyes. My ruptured flesh fought back, twisting and pulsing. I took a breath, bit back a yell, and tortured the gash with the remainder of the alcohol.
The girl stirred in the dirt. Her head snapped away from the dead Russian. Her eyes scanned the gun at my feet and the flask in my hand. She sat up, blinking. Her pink hat slid from her head and fell silently into the dirt. The side of her coat was streaked with blood. She reached into her pocket.
I threw down the flask and grabbed the gun.
She opened her mouth and spoke.
Polish.
 
 
emilia

The Russian soldier stared at me, mouth open, eyes empty.
Dead.
What had happened?
Crouching in the corner was a young man dressed in civilian clothes. His coat and shirt were unfastened, his skin bloodied and bruised to a deep purple. He held a gun. Was he going to shoot me? No, he had killed the Russian. He had saved me.
“Are you okay?” I asked, barely recognizing my own voice. His face twisted at the sound of my words.
He was German.
I was Polish.
He would want nothing to do with me. Adolf Hitler had declared that Polish people were subhuman. We were to be destroyed so the Germans could have the land they needed for their empire. Hitler said Germans were superior and would not live among Poles. We were not Germanizable. But our soil was.
I pulled a potato from my pocket and held it out to him. “Thank you.”
The dirt pulsed slightly. How much time had passed? “We have to go,” I told him.
I tried to use my best German. In my head the sentences were intact, but I wasn’t sure they came out that way. Sometimes when I spoke German people laughed at me and then I knew my words were wrong. I lowered my arm and saw my sleeve, splattered with Russian blood. Would this ever end? Tears stirred inside of me. I did not want to cry.
The German stared at me, a combination of fatigue and frustration. But I understood.
His eyes on the potato said, Emilia, I’m hungry.
The dried blood on his shirt said, Emilia, I’m injured.
But the way he clutched his pack told me the most.
Emilia, don’t touch this.
 
 
joana

We trudged farther down the narrow road. Fifteen refugees. The sun had finally surrendered and the temperature followed. A blind girl ahead of me, Ingrid, held a rope tethered to a horse-drawn cart. I had my sight, but we shared a handicap: we both walked into a dark corridor of combat, with no view of what lay ahead. Perhaps her lost vision was a gift. The blind girl could hear and smell things that the rest of us couldn’t.
Did she hear the last gasp of the old man as he slipped under the wheels of a cart several kilometers back? Did she taste coins in her mouth when she walked over the fresh blood in the snow?
“Heartbreaking. They killed her,” said a voice behind me. It was the old shoemaker. I stopped and allowed him to catch up. “The frozen woman back there,” he continued. “Her shoes killed her. I keep telling them, but they don’t listen. Poorly made shoes will torture your feet, inhibit your progress. Then you will stop.” He squeezed my arm. His soft red face peered out from beneath his hat. “And then you will die,” he whispered.
The old man spoke of nothing but shoes. He spoke of them with such love and emotion that a woman in our group had crowned him “the shoe poet.” The woman disappeared a day later but the nickname survived.
“The shoes always tell the story,” said the shoe poet.
“Not always,” I countered.
“Yes, always. Your boots, they are expensive, well made. That tells me that you come from a wealthy family. But the style is one made for an older woman. That tells me they probably belonged to your mother. A mother sacrificed her boots for her daughter. That tells me you are loved, my dear. And your mother is not here, so that tells me that you are sad, my dear. The shoes tell the story.”
I paused in the center of the frozen road and watched the stubby old cobbler shuffle ahead of me. The shoe poet was right. Mother had sacrificed for me. When we fled from Lithuania she rushed me to Insterburg and, through a friend, arranged for me to work in the hospital. That was four years ago. Where was Mother now?
I thought of the countless refugees trekking toward freedom. How many millions of people had lost their home and family during the war? I had agreed with Mother to look to the future, but secretly I dreamed of returning to the past. Had anyone heard from my father or brother?
The blind girl put her face to the sky and raised her arm in signal.
And then I heard them.
Planes.
 
 
florian

We had barely crawled out of the potato cellar when the Polish girl began to cry. She knew I was going to leave her.
I had no choice. She would slow me down.
Hitler aimed to destroy all Poles. They were Slavic, branded inferior. My father said the Nazis had killed millions of Poles. Polish intellectuals were savagely executed in public. Hitler set up extermination camps in German-occupied Poland, filtering the blood of innocent Jews into the Polish soil.
Hitler was a coward. That had been one thing Father and I agreed upon.
Proszę . . . bitte,” she begged, alternating between Polish and broken German.
I couldn’t stand to look at her, at the streaks of dead Russian splattered down her sleeve. I started to walk away, her sobs flapping behind me.
“Wait. Please,” she called out.
The sound of her crying was painfully familiar. It had the exact tone of my younger sister, Anni, and the sobs I heard through the hallway the day Mother took her last breath.
Anni. Where was she? Was she too in some dark forest hole with a gun to her head?
A pain ripped through my side, forcing me to stop. The girl’s feet quickly approached. I resumed walking.
“Thank you,” she chirped from behind.
The sun disappeared and the cold tightened its fist. My calculations told me that I needed to walk another two kilometers west before stopping for the night. There was a better chance of finding shelter along a field road, but also a better chance of running into troops. It was wiser to continue along the edge of the forest.
The girl heard them before I did. She grabbed my arm. The buzzing of aircraft engines surged fast and close from behind. The Russians were targeting German ground troops nearby. Were they in front of us or beside us?
The bombs began falling. With each explosion, every bone in my body vibrated and hammered, clanging violently against the bell tower that was my flesh. The sound of anti-aircraft fire rang through the sky, answering the initial blasts.
The girl tried to pull me onward.
I shoved her away. “Run!”
She shook her head, pointed forward, and awkwardly tried to pull me through the snow. I wanted to run, forget about her, leave her in the forest. But then I saw the droplets of blood in the snow coming from beneath her bulky coat.
And I could not.

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Comtesse GigiTop Contributor: Coloring
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Starts with a Punch and a Bang, Goes Out with a Whimper.
Reviewed in the United States on April 21, 2018
Salt to the Sea tells of four passengers on the ill-fated Wilhelm Gusloff, a luxury cruise liner turned into supply and medical ship, last voyage on the Baltic Sea in 1945. The Wilhelm Gustloff is a tragedy greater than the Titanic. About 9K+ died. To tell this story,... See more
Salt to the Sea tells of four passengers on the ill-fated Wilhelm Gusloff, a luxury cruise liner turned into supply and medical ship, last voyage on the Baltic Sea in 1945. The Wilhelm Gustloff is a tragedy greater than the Titanic. About 9K+ died. To tell this story, Ruta Sepetys chose a really unique storytelling mechanism. Each chapter is short and builds off of one another because each chapter belongs to a voice of each character. What I found really intriguing was that one character would describe something or have a conversation with another character, but a look or a conversation would build off the next character in the next chapter. It took some getting used to, but after a while, this technique really helped to drive the story forward.

Winter of 1945. Prussia. Refugees and German civilians are fleeing because the Red Army is making a strong advance against Germany. It is clear that Germany has lost the war at this point, but is still hanging on. We all know why. Passage to safety is via the Baltic to West Germany. Everyone knows this and this is how 3 of our 4 characters meet, on this trek to safety. Each character holds a dark secret as they make their way to safe passage. The atrocities and mysteries of WWII follow each of these characters in one way or another.

Sepetys really took the time set up each character background and their motivations, but toward the end the book, she appears to run out of steam. Another issue is that one character really could have used more development and background. The first half of the book, up to the embarkment on the Wilhelm Gustloff is actually the best part of the story. However, the secrets of each character are revealed mostly while on the ship, and since we already know what is going to happen and how soon, there is not enough time for that development and it feels rushed. We know from watching Titanic that major plot developments can occur during the sinking of a ship, but that does not really happen here. Resolution, if any, feels incomplete. While the final few pages (an epilogue?) were just mind boggling and made absolutely no sense.

I would recommend this book. I studied WWII a lot in undergrad, and I find myself drawn to stories about or with women during WWII (no matter the country). So, if WWII is your thing, then despite its flaws, I found myself not wanting to put it down. The short chapters are perfect for working moms on the go, like myself, if you just so happen to find yourself with a pot of tea, five minutes, and in need of good book.
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Dixie Goode
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An immense tragedy. A compelling novel
Reviewed in the United States on April 9, 2017
Hitler''s voice was being broadcast on shipboard radios on the anniversary of his appointment as chancellor of Germany, on a ship named after a prominent Nazi, Wilhelm Gustloff, a ship with the capacity of 1,463 but stuffed instead with 10,573 sailors, soldiers and... See more
Hitler''s voice was being broadcast on shipboard radios on the anniversary of his appointment as chancellor of Germany, on a ship named after a prominent Nazi, Wilhelm Gustloff, a ship with the capacity of 1,463 but stuffed instead with 10,573 sailors, soldiers and predominately with women and children. But no one on board was listening to Hitler when the ship was struck by three missiles from a submarine and went down in only fifty minutes, with only 12 lifeboats on board. In the bitter cold of the Baltic Sea in January. Many of those fleeing the Russian Army had crossed ice while being fired upon by Russian planes in their effort to get to the ship in the first place, and most saw it as their last hope of escaping those Russians who would be determined to make the Germans pay for the atrocities of the past few years. In 1945 25,000 people lost their lives in the Baltic Sea, over 9,000 of them in this one ship catastrophe alone. Yet, we never hear about this shipwreck that was so much larger than the Titanic. This novel was a small glimpse into the stories of the many women and children. It was told in very short chapters, some only a sentence or paragraph, most only a page or two. It was told in four voices and that helped keep the pace fast, but the emotional involvement a bit removed. I came to care what was happening, but never really to feel involved in it. It did raise my curiosity and send me to google more about the ship, the region and the entire operation Hannibal which I had never heard of before. It was compelling to read and deeply researched and interesting in many ways.
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Booksalottle
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Waste! Read Articles About the Real MV Wilhelm Gustloff Instead
Reviewed in the United States on July 5, 2019
Ugh, where do I begin? First, reading this book was a waste of my precious reading time. Second, this novel was a waste of a story idea. Third, Ruta Sepetys'' writing style is juvenile, trite, and lacks complexity. I''m always down for a WWII historical... See more
Ugh, where do I begin?
First, reading this book was a waste of my precious reading time. Second, this novel was a waste of a story idea. Third, Ruta Sepetys'' writing style is juvenile, trite, and lacks complexity.

I''m always down for a WWII historical fiction, but reading ''Salt to the sea'' simply showed me that it was yet just another dime-a-dozen historical fiction written to be unoriginal fluff about a serious World War II subject matter. This book is more a teen romance, than it is an engrossing story of what is considered to be the worst maritime disaster of modern history - the sinking of the ship, MV Wilhelm Gustloff.

Like the Baltic Sea that the real ship sank into, this story is cold, lacks depth, and is teeming with muck. All you''ll find with Sepetys'' storytelling is a teenage drama with an over-simplified plot, plus a useless romance trope added for good measure. As you would expect from a poorly written book, the less than one-dimensional characters exhibit stupid bravado or mind-numbing naivete, while the author fails at carving out any semblance of complexity for such a serious subject.

My verdict? Skip it! Instead, google and read articles chronicling the real ship''s history and it''s tragic record setting disaster, which is what I did after finishing it. In the hands of a more skilled writer, this story would have deservedly been given a better narrative than was done here. 1 star out of 5.
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Tara
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It is very easy to differentiate who is narrating the story as they ...
Reviewed in the United States on September 15, 2017
Salt to the Sea is a book about a group of refugees fleeing from the Eastern Front away from the Soviet Army. There are four main characters. Florian a Prussian art restoration apprentice who has a secret. Joana, a Lithuanian nursing student who is haunted by past choices.... See more
Salt to the Sea is a book about a group of refugees fleeing from the Eastern Front away from the Soviet Army. There are four main characters. Florian a Prussian art restoration apprentice who has a secret. Joana, a Lithuanian nursing student who is haunted by past choices. Emilia, a Polish girl who has had everything in her life, ripped away by the war. And Alfred who is a young German Sailor. The book consists of alternating first-person chapters. It is very easy to differentiate who is narrating the story as they all have distinct voices. Not an easy feat.

I have enjoyed all of Ruta Sepetys'' novels. They are not, however, as intensely character based as I like. Salt to the Sea''s plot rushes forward at such a pace that the reader doesn''t get a chance to slow down and get to know the characters. The chapters are very short, and I found myself barreling through them to see what would happen. The speed is entirely realistic, but it leads to me loving the book but muddling up the characters. Sepetys takes no time with the frills of description. It does not matter that you don''t know what a WWII era German Sailor''s uniform looks like because things are happening. I did do a fair bit of googling while reading this book but I like to know exact details and understand the background from more than just context.

This is not to say that the book does not show us the human or that it does not have an impact. It isn''t just the obvious parts that can get to but the everyday. For example, there was a scene with a stuffed rabbit that completely caught me off guard and had me choking up. The book packs an emotional punch, and I found myself crying over it on at least three separate occasions. More if you count the afterward and acknowledgments. It is just a case of the plot happening to the characters rather than the characters happening to the plot. Hopefully, that made some sense...

There never seems to be an end to World War II stories. Whenever you think that you are familiar with almost all of it, a story comes along to show you a narrative about something that you have never even heard about. It is why I am endlessly attracted to books set in this period. I vaguely knew that there had been refugees fleeing the Soviet Army, but I had never put together the scope of the situation in my head.

I find it fascinating how a book set more than 70 years ago is so topical. At the moment the refugee crisis in the world is larger than in any other time since the end of WWII. Salt to the Sea shows us how human each of those numbers is, the pain of not having a home to go back to, and the infinite ways that war can steal everything from you. This book needs to be widely read. I am going to be sending this book to several people that I know.
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Julie Moore
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Extremely Graphic
Reviewed in the United States on June 23, 2020
My daughter was given this as required 8th grade summer reading. I liked the premise of the story but found the quick jumping between characters (that are slow to develop) distracting and hard to follow especially in the beginning. The biggest issue that I have with the... See more
My daughter was given this as required 8th grade summer reading. I liked the premise of the story but found the quick jumping between characters (that are slow to develop) distracting and hard to follow especially in the beginning. The biggest issue that I have with the book is more with the extreme graphic nature of the storytelling - from nailing mothers to barn doors, to horrifying rape of a young girl, to horses and people dead under ice, to children being thrown from a sinking ship and missing life boats. I know that all of this was part of the war - but there are reasons that many people that saw this and returned home were reluctant to speak of what they had seen and been through. Please if your teenager or young adult is assigned this be sure to talk to them about the subject matter.
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TexasGal
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WWII History with just the personal touch to make you feel you''re there!
Reviewed in the United States on January 19, 2017
Have you ever just started reading a book and found it hard to find a place to stop it at before going to bed? That was me with this book. I admit I am not a big fan of chapter characters, but after awhile, I found it helped me to keep up with all that was going on - and... See more
Have you ever just started reading a book and found it hard to find a place to stop it at before going to bed? That was me with this book. I admit I am not a big fan of chapter characters, but after awhile, I found it helped me to keep up with all that was going on - and believe me there was a LOT going on. This book is told from the perspective of 4 character - although I coulda'' done without the Nazi Alfred......a sicko from page one. But, hey, I digress. I saw one review that stated ''The greatest ship wreck you never heard of'' at the close of WWII. This is so true. It is the journey of these 4 different people somehow thrown together trying to escape to a port with thousands of others trying to get the ships leaving the harbor away from war torn Europe. It was called Operation Hannibal - when Germany evacuated soldiers and citizens ahead of the Red Army. Unbeknownst to the escapees, the waters are inhabited by German u-boats just waiting for their chance at one last sinking or sinkings. That the ships were loaded to overfull capacity only made matters worse - it didn''t take long for any ship to sink and with not enough lifeboats and rafts to begin with, it spells danger and catastrophe. The Wilhelm Gusthaf was such a ship and I, for one, had never heard about its sinking or the thousands of lives lost. It was very well written and one that I will probably read again.
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Marion Marchetto, author
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More Tragic Than The Titanic
Reviewed in the United States on February 28, 2016
This is one of those books that surpasses expectations. As Historical Fiction, I expected another World War II story to round out many of the facts I already knew. But this story centers on two things: the reasons why four young people from four distinctly different... See more
This is one of those books that surpasses expectations. As Historical Fiction, I expected another World War II story to round out many of the facts I already knew. But this story centers on two things: the reasons why four young people from four distinctly different backgrounds have become refugees from the atrocities of the advancing Russian army and around the ship that will hopefully be their salvation - the Wilhelm Gustloff.

Four young people - Joanna from Lithuania, Florian from East Prussia, Emilia from Poland, and Alfred from Germany. The four come together as they travel overland towards the port city of Gotenhafen. Neither is in the best of health and their trek is long and arduous. Each traveler hides a secret from the others that could put them in extreme danger. When at last they arrive in Gotenhafen, they must band together in order to gain a berth on the ship Wilhelf Gustloff. The Germans are evacuating ahead of the Russian army''s arrival and while those from the upper rungs of society are given cabins aboard the ship that hold two thousand, another eight thousand injured soldiers and refugees are taken aboard. This overload strains the ship but those in charge reason that their destination is only forty-eight hours away and the trip should not be too much of a hardship. No one takes into account the Russian submarines lurking in the Baltic Sea and when the ship meets its watery grave only about one-thousand passengers survive. Are the four young people among them?

I found this story riveting as I have always been an avid student of the Titanic disaster and thought this would be a bit like that. But the reality of what it must have been like on that ship makes the Titanic seem like a rowboat on a calm lake. The loss of life is staggering and yet there is so little known about this ship and the tragedy it is linked to. Like the Titanic story, it is a tale of love, loss, hope, and despair. You won''t be disappointed.
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I liked Ingrid and the shoe poet
Reviewed in the United States on July 8, 2018
The first 30 pages of the book have been very hard to read. The plot and the structure of the story were hard to grasp. I was unable to connect with the four characters. I did not cry or laugh with them. I did not feel part of their stories. I did not feel what they were... See more
The first 30 pages of the book have been very hard to read. The plot and the structure of the story were hard to grasp. I was unable to connect with the four characters. I did not cry or laugh with them. I did not feel part of their stories. I did not feel what they were feeling. They were flat characters. On the other hand, I liked Ingrid and the shoe poet. It was such a strange feeling to love the supporting characters, who were peeking into the life of the protagonists just for a brief moment, and to hate the main characters.
I did not like the ending of this story. The ending was not a "wow" moment. It created confusion. My teen daughters read the book and they had the same issue with how the book ended. They did not understand the ending of the story.
If you want to read a book by Ruta Sepetys, I would suggest to read Between Shades of Gray by Ruta Sepetys. This book has a better ending and it is easier to understand because it has only one point of view and a great ending.
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Mr Sam Creighton
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Unforgettably powerful
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on August 16, 2018
As a teacher and a parent, I have ample opportunity to observe quite how ruthlessly children can tell it how it is (even my one-year-old son has learnt to roll his eyes at me). However, in my relatively sheltered life, such a tendency is generally played out for comic...See more
As a teacher and a parent, I have ample opportunity to observe quite how ruthlessly children can tell it how it is (even my one-year-old son has learnt to roll his eyes at me). However, in my relatively sheltered life, such a tendency is generally played out for comic effect and I have never really pondered how it might take a darker turn in more turbulent times. That is, until I read Ruta Sepetys’ Carnegie Medal winner, Salt to the Sea. In a near-lyrical style, Sepetys tells the tragic tale of four children fleeing Stalin’s Red Army through Nazi territory, hoping to find salvation on-board an evacuation ship. The story is told from the viewpoints of the four main characters: Joanna, Emilia, Florian and Alfred, each haunted by some concoction of fear, fate, shame and guilt from their past. The characters feel painfully real, brought to life with a string of drip-fed details and subtle interactions. It is how these young souls try to come to terms with and explain the atrocities of an adult world that lend the words their power. The personalities are as complex as the dark subject matter demands – for example, Alfred, a devout Nazi is easy to mock and hate. It was not until after finishing the book that I remembered his young age and realised that he is simply a lonely and troubled boy swept up by the wave of hatred that devoured much of Europe at the time. While this might not lead to forgiveness, it must surely lend itself to understanding. Aside from this main cast, the supporting characters are just as involving, with the love that develops between Heinz ‘the shoe poet’ and Klaus ‘the wandering boy’ often providing a brief respite from the lingering sense of doom. The book is split into a series of very short chapters, some stretching to only one line. However, what they lack in length, they each make up for with the strength of their emotional gut-shots, conspiring by the end to leave you feeling pummelled and punch-drunk. The often soft and gentle prose seems almost out of place when describing such bleak scenes and emotions but somehow makes them all the more affecting. The pacing of the book is very impressive. It starts off slowly and I must admit that having read the superb Carnegie-contenders The Bone Sparrow and The Smell of Other People’s Houses, I initially wondered how it had managed to beat them to the prize. However, as the pages flicked over I realised how effective the book was at evoking the tense monotony and boredom of war, the characters are constantly looking over their shoulders but with little to actually do other than trudge onwards and occasionally avert their eyes from the world’s assorted horrors. That being said, when the final action kicks off, the intensity of it is enough to leave you dizzy (I read the final 100 pages in a single stressful sitting). Despite being a ‘children’s book’, I cannot think of another text that so matter-of-factly and brutally lays bare the desperation of war. Some of the scenes involving children at the port left me so overwhelmed with disgust I had to stop reading to compose myself (the only other book ever to make me do that is American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis). This is an important story to tell – based on an unbelievably forgotten history of a real-life event – but it is not an easy one to hear.
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Kee Lady
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Powerful and engaging
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on August 13, 2020
Like Ruta Sepetys other novel, Between Shades of Gray, reading Salt to Sea has reminded me, once again, the importance of reading books. Whether it’s fiction or non-fiction, books can shine a light on little known but important events from history. Indeed, before reading...See more
Like Ruta Sepetys other novel, Between Shades of Gray, reading Salt to Sea has reminded me, once again, the importance of reading books. Whether it’s fiction or non-fiction, books can shine a light on little known but important events from history. Indeed, before reading this book, I was unaware of the many thousands of German civilian refugees from East Prussia, Latvia, Lithuania, Poland and Estonia who fled, at the end of the Second World War, to escape the advancing Soviet Army. Their only escape route was the Baltic Sea and so thousands of people boarded ships on the Baltic coast in an effort to reach safety. One such ship was the Wilhelm Gustloff, which departed only to be sunk by a Soviet submarine with loss of life estimated at around 9,000, in what is considered the biggest maritime disaster ever. Although published for the young adult market, Salt to the Sea can and should be read by all. The story follows the Joana, Florian, Emilia, Alfred Frick, the shoemaker poet and the wandering boy who are trying desperately to escape the advancing Soviet Army. Although it was tough to read at times, Salt to the Sea was thoroughly engaging and I turned the pages at a rapid pace. The ending felt a little compressed and as suggested by others, could have benefited from a closing epilogue but nevertheless, this was overall an excellent read.
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Lily (sweetlovebooks)
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A powerful YA historical fiction
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on September 18, 2016
Salt to the Sea is a powerful YA historical fiction novel set in Germany and East Prussia towards the end of World War 2. Desperate to flee, people are trekking across Germany to board the Wilhelm Gustloff that will take them away from this war-torn land. We follow four...See more
Salt to the Sea is a powerful YA historical fiction novel set in Germany and East Prussia towards the end of World War 2. Desperate to flee, people are trekking across Germany to board the Wilhelm Gustloff that will take them away from this war-torn land. We follow four characters, all from different lands, all with secrets, all attempting to board the ship. Based on the true event of the largest maritime disaster in history, this compelling novel will take you away and leave you thinking about it long after you turn the final page. I love Supetys’ other novels, so I had very high expectations for this one, and it did not disappoint. The characters in this book are all so interesting and complex, that even though there are four different perspectives that change very frequently, I never felt the need to check the chapter headings. Even the secondary characters, some of whom did not have proper names, felt so unique and realistic that your heart ached for them as much as it did for the main characters. The pacing for this book was definitely faster than Supetys’ other novels and I found myself flying through this book. You feel the urgency the characters do to board this ship and escape the horrific circumstances they have been dealt. I could easily have read this book in a day had I not had other things get in the way. It is evident that Sepetys did an enormous amount of research for this book which completely paid off. The setting and atmosphere of this book was so bleak, you are instantly transported back to East Prussia in the winter of 1945. You felt the harshness of the winter, the urgency of the people to flee and to seek a better life, the hopelessness of their situation. Throughout the novel you are filled with dread as you are reminded what inspired this book and where it is headed, but that definitely did not take away from the reading experience whatsoever. My favourite thing about Supetys’ novels is that, even with these bleak and horrific circumstances the characters are in, we still see the goodness of humanity and how the human spirit carries on in even the most dire of situations. I cried for half an hour after reading this book and I know it is one that will stay with me. I had absolutely no idea about this tragedy before I read this book and was shocked it was not more well known. Even though the characters in this book are fictional, you are reminded that this was a real event in which 9,000 people, over half of which were children, lost their lives in one night. I urge you all to pick this book up and read it, so at last their story can be heard.
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K. Storch
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A window into unknown history
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on January 23, 2021
This is an astonishing book! I have not read anything by this author before, but I will now seek out her other novels. I found this book to be extraordinary from the first page to the very last. The great skill she shows as a writer by describing these incredible characters...See more
This is an astonishing book! I have not read anything by this author before, but I will now seek out her other novels. I found this book to be extraordinary from the first page to the very last. The great skill she shows as a writer by describing these incredible characters whose paths cross and come together in a very specific moment in time. A time of enormous sadness in the midst of a dreadful war and where each of them hold secrets and are running away from something in their own lives too awful to even admit to themselves. Their journeys and their lives, one by one, coincide and their secrets they carry begin to be revealed. Although this is a novel, it is centred around a true disaster which took place towards the end of the war which I knew nothing about. The sinking of the ship , the WILHELM GUSTLOFF by a Russian submarine with 3 torpedoes. The 4th torpedoe failed to activate. With 10.000 people instead of 1200 on board - women, children, wounded soldiers, and staff all fleeing the perilously close Russian advancing army, she was sank and only a 1000 people, approximately , survived. An incredible, haunting tale with many twists and turns. Read it, you won''t regret it
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Amanda GRIFFITHS-JONES
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Tragic Yet Beautiful
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on June 24, 2021
This is one of the most tragic yet beautiful books I have ever read. Based on true events from 1945, it tells of the refugees fleeing Russian invaders, only to find themselves aboard a sinking ship. Sepetys has created a myriad of characters, with each chapter acting as the...See more
This is one of the most tragic yet beautiful books I have ever read. Based on true events from 1945, it tells of the refugees fleeing Russian invaders, only to find themselves aboard a sinking ship. Sepetys has created a myriad of characters, with each chapter acting as the window to each one’s soul, giving the reader a peek at their secrets, fears, regrets and hopes. It’s a book that I will treasure & read over, so beautifully is it crafted, the people inside it never forgotten.
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