I
had heard good things about this novel when it first came out, but
was so crushed by my own TBR pile that I didn't get around to reading
it until now. However, my mom was looking for something to read a
couple of months ago, and knowing that it was about WWII, I figured
she'd enjoy it. I was right.
I
have to say, I enjoyed it, too, but not because Belfoure is a
brilliant stylist (he isn't), or because it is based on a compelling
true story about French people hiding Jews during the Nazi Occupation
(it isn't). Rather, I flew through this book because the story offers
us a unique angle on life in France at this time (think Suite
Francaise).