
"When fifteen year old Jake Allister learns the new neighbor in his apartment complex is an elderly man from Germany named Mr. Wagner, he fears the worst. The guy's old enough to have survived World War II, and to Jake's young mind, that makes him suspect. Because Mr. Wagner isn't Jewish, Jake assumes the man must have been part of the Nazi regime who tortured and killed millions before he was born.
Jake isn't religious, by any stretch of the imagination, and neither is his mother. He had to learn about the h*******t at school; now he distrusts anything German, including Mr. Wagner. Then he sees the old man watching him and his boyfriend Thad make out in the parking lot. Jake justknowsthe guy is a Nazi.
But when he finally gets invited into Mr. Wagner's apartment, Jake discovers Jews weren't the only ones who suffered during the h*******t. For the first time, he begins to grasp the scope of the tragedy that unfurled during the war ... and what it meant to be Jewish -- or gay -- in Nazi Germany."

Fifteen year old Jake Allister came to the breakfast table with his gaze glued to his cell phone as he read the latest text from his boyfriend Thad. With his free hand, he smoothed down his shock of thick, dark hair absently. It wasn’t even 7:00 in the morning yet, and already he’d exchanged a half dozen texts with his boy. As he slipped into a seat at the table, his mother glanced over from the stove. “Put that thing away,” she chided. “Thad texted me,” Jake explained. He sent a quick reply—ok c u soon—before tucking the phone into his back pocket. “At this hour?” His mother scrambled the last of the eggs and scraped them onto a plate beside a stack of buttered toast. With concise movements, she deposited the plate in front of Jake and stuck the pan in the sink. “Don’t you two ever run
