Margaret, who has fallen in love with a soldier at the beginning of World War II, can’t understand why her mother, Elspeth, is so against a wartime romance. When Margaret discovers a trove of letters between her mother and an American named David, she begins to unravel Elspeth’s story. In 1912 E...
Avevo sentito parlarne bene che ho deciso di leggerlo, ed lo iniziato senza nessuna aspettativa. Questo libro mi ha rapita, stregata... Non riuscivo a togliere gli occhi dal libro, ero curiosa di sapere come andava. E un libro che si legge facilmente che nemmeno ti accorgi quante pagine hai letto...
There isn’t anything inappropriate in how you’re reacting to Iain’s death. And how dare anyone try to make you feel otherwise! Cry if you want to. Or sing if you’d rather. Wear the black dress to church, but then change into a bright-yellow one when you’re at home. If you want to sit sweating in ...
They’d been harrying our line for weeks and were escorted back to Brindeau amid hurled insults. They were lined up on the parade ground—a P.G., for prisonnier de guerre, chalked onto their jackets—and then shoved into a crumbling cellar, our makeshift camp prison, until they could be moved. We al...