This was a hard book to rate. There were some things I really enjoyed. The light, playful chemistry between Colin and Maddy in the present was effectively balanced with the tragic romance between Graham and Eva in the past. The sinister spy Alex and his hypnotic hold over Eva really had me hoping for something between them, too. But like a lot of books, this one starts strong and grows weaker and weaker over time. Karen White is great at setting up real predicaments for her heroines, but the resolution at the end feels like something she threw together in a careless rush. Villains who are set up to be bold and unstoppable walk right into the most obvious traps imaginable. Heroines who betray and lie and steal and hurt the innocent are forgiven with barely a word of reproach, not only by the people they love, but by complete strangers. It even snows in Georgia!
I understand, as I get older, that forgiving yourself is a vital part of connecting with others. I also understand that family is important, whether it's the family you were born with or the family you create. The contrast between the tragedy of Eva and the happy ending for Maddy neatly illustrates the value of family. But while this overarching theme is handled well, the rest of the book is a mess. I never felt the love between Eva and Precious. Eva and Graham don't really communicate either. Eva is so vain, shallow, weak-willed and easily tempted that she makes Lily Bart look like Dorothea Brooke. And Maddie in the present is just as bad. She's cute and funny, but she doesn't seem to be a day over fifteen. Never for one minute do you believe that she's a grown up woman with a grown up job, or that she ever went to any college, much less Oxford. She and Colin have great chemistry, but it's the kind you would find in a Young Adult book like Pants On Fire by Meg Cabot!
Last but not least, while the London Blitz forms the backdrop of this story, Karen White seems determined not to confront the moral implications of the war or what Nazism was all about. There's no mention of any Jews living in London in 1940, just as there's no mention of any Blacks living in Walton, Georgia in 2019. (There is a Confederate monument in the middle of town, however. Cute!) Even more extraordinary, Madison the empty-headed modern journalist never bothers to mention that in 2019 almost forty percent of the London population was Asian, African, or Muslim. In real life she'd have met plenty of people like that at Oxford, on the street, in the tube, you name it. But in this book they're absolutely invisible. Because in Walton, everybody is somebody!
Now I don't think Karen White is stupid. I think she gets the connection between the Confederacy and Nazi Germany. Between Jim Crow and the Nuremberg Laws. There's a reason the southern women in this book keep talking about "reinvention" and why they both want to erase the past. But you can't escape the past by erasing it. Madison can chirp about how much she loves old-time black and white movies, where the heroines wear lots of lipstick and smoke lots of cigarettes and always save the day. But some of those movies were brutally frank about truths Karen White still hasn't faced. In Casablanca there's a moment where one of the bad guys offers to buy Rick's Cafe, and Humphrey Bogart says "not for sale." Then the bad guy offers to buy the Black piano player, Sam! And Bogart says, "I don't buy or sell human beings." The war against the Nazis and the war against the Confederacy was really the same war because, as Abraham Lincoln said, all of human history is a struggle between the divine right of kings and the common rights of humanity.
Kamala Harris was a third-rate candidate at best, a soulless sister who never took off the mask, never connected with voters and never understood where America was heading. She went down to defeat screeching "we're not going back." But what she never figured out is that down in Karen White's America they can't go back. Because they never left. And it's snowing in Georgia!