This is a typical Michèle Roberts book so if you like her writing this is a good bet. Sensuously written, the story is told through a series of voices: primarily those of Jeanne and Marie-Angèle, two girlhood friends, but including other voices too.
At its heart lie the relationships between these two women, and the judgements they make about each other, however wrong they may be.
Village life in occupied France is well-conveyed, and a claustrophobic sense of bourgeois petty-mindedness.
This is written in lovely prose and is a good example of a type of feminist writing that seeks to recover `lost' female voices - I have to say I admired this book but was never moved to love it.