One of the joys of having a sister who is a reader is the occasional arrival of a box of books she has read, enjoyed, and is passing on to me. The past several days I have had my nose deep in one from her last shipment — Margaret Wurtele’s “The Golden Hour”.
Told in flashback from the deathbed of the heroine’s father, “The Golden Hour” gives a very personal view of World War II Italy, and the harsh choices that were made by ordinary people simply trying to survive. Giovanna matures from a naive seventeen year old fascinated by the attentions of a Nazi officer, to rescuing and falling for an Italian freedom fighter — a Jewish friend of her brothers.
I’m still two chapters from the end…so I don’t know whether “happily ever after” happens or not. But the story is enthralling and very real.