Irene Nemirovsky was a successful writer in France when WWII started, but being Jewish was arrested and murdered at Auschwitz before this book was published. The manuscript went undiscovered until decades later when it was found and published in France in 2004. This translation to English was published in 2007 and it has now been translated and published in countries around the world.

Each story vividly describes what it was like to be in those particular circumstances when the panic of invasion set in. The detail given to each situation breathes life into these pages and lets the reader sense at least a little of what people must have been feeling. So many ordinary things, daily habits and activities were turned upside down by the German takeover, things we who have not experienced war have never had to think about. It's a vibrant novel, full of real life and real tragedy, that thankfully never becomes too sentimental. I won't call it entertaining because of the subject matter, but I will say it's a well written, highly readable novel that will hold your attention from start to finish.
The Long Way Home by Robin Pilcher

It is said to be written "in the tradition of his mother" but something is missing. It has all the Britishness that I find so appealing, the house in Scotland, the manners and mannerisms, and the language, but it fell flat. There was no edge, no sparkle, no special something to make it memorable.
It's not that I didn't like it at all, in fact I might read another of his novels sometime when I'm looking for something light and easy to read. It just doesn't have the substance that I like to find in novels and that I usually did find in Rosamunde's.