by Susanna Kearsley
As a reward to myself before the fact—I have eight books to read for a contest—I treated myself to a read of this book, by an author who has to be one of the best writers around today. Talented, nuanced, detailed—whatever you can say, that's Susanna Kearsley. And guaranteed teary eyes by the end, and it's not even embarrassing!
This story is a historical of sorts, but it's also a romantic suspense, but in some ways it's also a tragedy, but it takes place—well, no, it's not per se contemporary. It's a bit of all those things. First of all, Kearsley wrote this a few decades back, and it was reissued, but ... before I go on blithering, it's easier to explain that the death of an elderly man who wanted to tell our heroine something propels her into a run for her life and for those around her as she has to delve into a secret from World War II, a secret that involves her grandmother.
Second, my description of the story makes it sound downright dull. It is, as you may have guessed, not. Stories about spies are for the most part exciting and over the top, whereas the reality had to be dull and unnoticed. (Like ninjas. Same thing. Real ninjas had to stay in the background.) Actions that meant life and death had to be low-key. Every Secret Thing is a story about the heart and humanity behind those spies, and how the ones who survived the war lived afterward.
Oh heck. Read it. Sniff a little. Love it a lot.
COMING UP: Lots of books with headless half-naked men! None of which I will discuss.