Roberta works in a second hand bookstore, and finds herself collecting the bits and bobs left behind in the old books they buy and sell, letters and postcards. When she is given a suitcase by her father, she finds a lost letter to her grandmother, by the her grandfather dated after he was meant to have died in the war.
So the story spins back to Dorothea in a loveless marriage, and left to find her own way through the war. Childless and lonely, she is visited by a Polish squadron leader, after one of his crew crashes in the field and is killed behind her house.
So although I might have been seduced into reading this book by looking at the cover (who doesn't love a pile of old books?), the story was enough to interest me and to enjoy the book. 4/5