What is surprising and really lovely about these diaries, is just how well they bring these people to life. No longer seen as vague black and white images they become real people with just he same concerns as young women today largly. The diaries begin when Joan is just 19, and there might be a war going on, and she might be a WAAF, but at 19 there is also a lot of preoccupations over boys and dances, chocolate is still enjoyed with as much relish as before, although maybe appreciated more. What these diaries also highlight is how quickly people began to understand the fraility of life, and Joan fully understands the reckless abandon, with which some of the young men, she meets, are living, as they literally may be flying out to their deaths at very tender ages. These dairies are light exuberant and very readable. Incidently Joan Rice, I discovered on opening the book, is the mother of Sir Tim Rice the lyricist.