Lucinda Franks (1946–2021)

I really liked the "meaty" part of the story, about this guy's training and secret activities in WWII, but this darn book is written in a diary-like, free form, way and that was just terrible. So much extraneous chit chat between the good pieces: how her kid like animals, what they're eating for breakfast, about the guy's favorite comfy chair... gah!!!!! just skip the extra chit chat about the kids and the car and the pets and where he slept! I'm only about 1/2 way thru and I don't know if I can make it for the rest of the story. Update: I made it and I'm glad I did because much of the good stuff - the actual war time secret activities - was in the letters that the daughter finds after the father's death. But, man oh man, what a long-winded story for a little depth. Probably only 1/10th of the book was information... 9/10ths was drivel. I can't honestly recommend a boy like that, even though the wartime stories were quite interesting.… (mere)