This was either a WWII book tripped up by a personal history, or a biographical sketch overwhelmed by war history.
Condensed version: The occupation was really bad for the Dutch. Then it was really bad some more. Audrey was obsessed with dance.
I knew very little about the war in the Netherlands, or about the experience of civilians on the front lines, and for that reason I'm glad I read the book. But what it really brought to life for me, in a small way, is what the citizens of Velp must have felt every day to an infinitely greater degree: Is this thing ever going to be over?
Also I spent almost the whole book thinking it was the other Hepburn. (That's on me.)
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