Having recently read The Mirador, I have to say that Elisabeth Gille, Nemirovsky's daughter, was the better writer of the two. I just don't get the popularity of Irene's fiction. I didn't like Suite Francaise, and I like this one even less. The writing is so dry and stiff. Maybe it's just the translation, but there's no real feeling conveyed by the words on the page. The story felt totally flat to me. I did enjoy Fire in the Blood, her very short work about France between the two world wars, so I thought another one about that time frame was worth a try. After about 55 pages of this one, I didn't care to continue. I guess she's just not the author for moi.