This work ladies, it's lace.

The epistolary form of the novel contributes to the highly mobile, delightfully talkative, a bit old fashioned.
At one point, we need to make small breaks to get to know the corresponding increasingly numerous.
Part of the charm of this book lies in the delicate modesty with which these ladies evoke subjects as heavy horror that the Ravensbrück camp, the devastating occupation of Guernsey: the Channel fog blurring the tape and Elizabeth never seems quite dead.
We understand the indignation of Isola, because it was hidden from him the existence of the essential Jane Austen; suddenly we read enviede of obsolete romanticism and in the process, why not "Jane Eyre"?
Lightness, mischievous eye winks, courteous manners make this reading deeply engaging, even invigorating.
With regret, we had to close the book, leaving this lovely little naughty kit between many good hands and very happy, is not it that Juliet and Dawsey will finally be found!