I re-read this one last night, staying up far later than I meant to and weeping at various points. Sad, but so, SO good. Epistolary novel, WWII book, book about books, with a touch of romance and a delightful cast of characters. Juliet easily could have been a kind of background character to the rest, but the letters show her voice so clearly that she is just as alive as the rest of them. And they are marvelously alive, both the central group and the outlying characters. My only sorrow is that this is Mary Ann Shaffer’s only book.