TW read The Improbability of Love and enjoyed it. When I was looking for a new (and light?) book to read, TW suggested this one so… I gave it ago.
It wasn’t exactly light. Or heavy, either. It was a little dense and a little dark, in places. (Art and Nazis, both dense and dark topics.) I enjoyed it, mostly. I didn’t like the end, not really. We went all through this story, getting to know all of these characters (and the painting) and then BANG –> we’re told in two sentences what happened to everything? Even Annie’s arrest was rushed and, I don’t know. It just felt like the author had written another 100 pages and then been told to cut that down to 20.
Otherwise — I enjoyed it.