Christy Lefteri's debut novel is a darker read than the sunny and romantic cover suggests, though it is indeed a love story above all else. Dealing with events surrounding the Turkish invasion of Cyprus in 1974, the book is a little reminiscent of 'Captain Corelli's Mandolin' in portraying the devastations inflicted on the local populace by an invading army. Unlike Louis de Berniere's multiple-viewpoint narrative however, Lefteri concerns herself mostly with the struggles of her two main protagonists, interspersing their story with the reminiscences of an older character based in London. The book features some very gruelling scenes but the dark tone is leavened by sharp and often beautiful prose, and the author's selection of detail is always a delight. What works particularly well is the sense that we are entering a world of storytelling; that legends, myths and reputations in the close-knit Cypriot communities are all perpetuated through communal interaction. The invasion of a military force thus becomes even more shattering as old heirarchies are overturned and untold stories begin to emerge. I finished the book feeling not only haunted by the struggles endured by the characters but by a way of life that seems almost to belong to a different age. Ms Lefteri is obviously a writer of great talent, and I shall certainly take an interest in whatever she does next.