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"On the eve of the United States' entrance into World War II in 1940, Iris James, the postmistress of Franklin, a small town on Cape Cod, does the unthinkable: She doesn't deliver a letter. In London, American radio gal Frankie Bard is working with Edward R. Murrow, reporting on the Blitz. One night in a bomb shelter, she meets a doctor from Cape Cod with a letter in his pocket, a letter Frankie vows to deliver when she returns from Germany and France, where she is to record the stories of war refugees desperately trying to escape. " I am really enjoying this book. The only thing that made me think twice about giving it 4 stars is that occasionally I get tired of too many similes. "The evening sun splintered through the water and the flowers hung there like pink stars." "The leather banquette on which she lay was comfortably firm and smelled like the chairs in the reading room at the public library. " "the cups of her brassiere pointed straight out into the room— like headlights. " Nothing wrong with any individual one but it gets tiresome. I keep waiting for the 'like' in each paragraph. The story however of the doctor's wife in the U.S. and the aspiring radio broadcaster in Europe with the story of life and war in the 1940s is fascinating and haunting at the same time.

2022-11-14 18:21