Good morning, dear Agatha.
I finished this book a few days ago. A nice ho-hum, uneventful, even pleasantly dull little book - until chapter 7. I felt like you went from zero to 60 in that one chapter. Suddenly things were moving.
War novels aren't my favorite, but funny enough I'm now reading All the Light We Cannot See for Loveland Loves to Read; the author is speaking here in town in a couple of weeks. That said, the fact that there's a war in the background is about the only thing they have in common. :)
I love Tommy and Tuppence, and I've missed them. I thought it was very creative and well done to bring them back, later in life, in a different chapter in history. It felt right, if that makes sense.
And I love (although I'm worried about them because of their age) that at the end of the novel, these two people decided to adopt this little baby... essentially adopting from foster care, a system we've learned well in these last two years.
But, Agatha, what of this?
"No, if it isn't an accident, it must be loss of memory. I believe that is far more common than is generally known, especially at times of stress like those we are living through now."
Uh huh.
A week until your birthday, Dame Agatha. Mine was a few days ago. Maybe next year we can do something together. :)
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