Page 296 feels like a hundred pages too many. Enough already. Who edited this book? It is dragging on and on, bogged down and overwhelmed by too many romantic changes-of-heart and superficial nonsense, so much that I don’t care anymore about Andras or Klara or Polaner, etc…. The Nazis are marching toward them, toward Paris, and all of these characters are so entrenched in their teenage-like dramas it’s not even believable.
This saddens me. Orringer is an excellent writer — she deserved a much better editor.
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