One of the great joys of being a reviewer of books is that I receive many volumes that I might never otherwise have discovered. New authors, new perspectives and new stories are always arriving at my doorstep. Often I find myself immersed in a book that only the day before was completely unknown to me, but by providence had arrived, without warning. This past week I discovered two such books. In very different ways they connected me with my parents, one to my mother and the other to my father, by telling me stories of their childhood and youth that they never could have told me on their own.

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