I finished this book this morning and have been drifting through today haunted by the images, still involved with Stella and Len, and with Maddy and Tad, still moved by the beautiful sadness of it all.There is an awful inevitability that traps the characters, the war which unremittingly takes its victims, but despite this, the love story of Len and Stella opens, flowers and deepens, and just captures the reader, so that at the close, as you look back over the years, and rummage in the hat box of Stella's memorabilia, glancing at the "silver-framed photo, gathering dust and glances through the years", the letters and the diaries, the people and the moments in time they represent, it all feels almost a part of your own life. Read and be moved.