From the book jacket: January 1946: London is emerging from the shadow of the Second World War, and writer Juliet Ashton is looking for her next book subject. Who could imagine that she would find it in a letter from a man she’d never met, a native of Guernsey, the British island once occupied by the Nazis. He’d come across her name on the flyleaf of a secondhand volume by Charles Lamb. Perhaps she could tell him where he might find more books by this author.
I can’t remember the last time I read a book as lovely as The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. It is written in epistolary form. I think that is responsible for keeping the book from becoming maudlin. I found myself laughing out loud at times and reaching for a tissue at others. It’s rare for a book to move me to either emotion, much less write about it. 5 stars.
