My becoming aware of this book is strange. This book appeared in my mailbox. There was no explanation of where it came from or who had sent it to me. I had absolutely no recollection of ordering it. I had been going through a long period of depression and self-isolation and not reading anything. I did read this book and I loved it and in some ways I related to it. It sparked my old love of reading and I have been reading more ever since. When my husband and I visited Ireland we made a special stop in Limerick to see Frank McCourt's old neighborhood and the museum in his honor.

This book went to the top of the list for WWII novels I have read. It was beautifully written and captivating. I was sorry it ended.