The tall, gabled houses of rue Jean-Jacques Rousseau were elegant but crumbling. And inside number 9 the Rochaud family fought their own battle against disintegration.Bon Papa was the cement which held up the brickwork. But grandfather was growing old and tired.Christine could see his death coming as surely as the washing- up after school and the regular changes in the demanding double game she played.Model schoolgirl by day. By night The Partisan.Everyone had somewhere to escape to except her. Father had his work. Bon'Papa had the past. Maman had the Photographer.And Christine had a role to play that took her far beyond the world of her imagination ... Absorbing reading . . . we are reminded that children are far more perceptive and discerning than we might like to think SUNDAY TIMES The book, suffused with nostalgia, marvellously evokes things French .. . impressive subtlety .. . remarkable sureness of touch BOOKS AND BOOKMEN