I had no idea how close the German army came to England during WWII until I read this delightful novel. Looking at the map of Guernsey, it is a small island that is much too close to England for comfort. This novel concerns itself with love, loyalty, tragedy and loss. Vivienne de la Mare would sa...
The end was amazing. Great read about WWII life. Mother and daughter relationships in book are complex and intriguing.
Not a book I can rave about. The plot idea was good. But I felt the book was way too long. Too much flowery filling in of pages. Too much self-questioning by the protagonist. To the point where I wanted to grab her and shake her. Way too much naming of flowers and what was blooming here and there...
Three and a half stars. Sometimes blurbs on the back of a book can give a whole different idea of what a book is about as this one did. ’What if there was something deeply wrong with your child and nobody believed you?' That intrigued me. However it turns out to be not what I was thinking initial...
A gripping novel of literary suspense about a woman forced to reveal a secret that may solve a crime but ruin her life. From almost their first meeting, Ginnie Holmes is transformed by the passion she feels with Will-so much so that she risks her marriage and her children as she abandons herself ...
Catriona Lydgate is a housewife with two children and an adoring husband. But beneath the surface of her seemingly perfect life are the dark secrets of the past she's tried to forget. Disturbing postcards begin arriving in the mail; she is recognized by a man who knew her from her past-an avalanc...
I wait for him at the Frauenhuber. He will join me when the lecture is over, at four. I order coffee for both of us, then take the Wiener Zeitung from the newspaper rack. I start on a long news item, imagining that before I have finished reading it, he will be here. ...
An official takes our passports and studies our faces to see if we match our photographs. I try to breathe and look at ease. But then he waves us through.We buy a travel card and take the bus to Charlottenburg Station, just as my mother told me. We are tired now; we stare silently out of the wind...
There are two of them, a woman and a man. I see their shapes through the frosted window in my front door—featureless, darkly dressed, like shadows against the glass. For a moment I think: I could refuse to see them. But I go to open the door. The woman is blond and rangy, ...
Millie plays with Simon through the long lazy days of summer, going off after lunch each day, taking the old school satchel with an apple in; bringing it back full of treasures—a milk-white pebble, a twig to make a catapult, a silky indigo feather from a crow. She’s thin—both girls are far too th...