Sebastian Faulks imagines himself one of the great British autors of the twentieth century. He is not. There are lines so bad in this book I had to read them out loud to myself to appreciate their awfulness. The plot is non-existant. Charlotte goes to France to find her missing love, yet she never even looks ..... [review edited to remove plot spoilers} ..... Little depth, no character, no plot, no anything really.
Oh, but he did throw in something about the Holocaust, so it must be a harrowing and poignant read after all......