I read this on vacation on the dubious "recommendation" of Sandra Sh--i, who didn't like it and passed it on to me. I loved it. A detailed, fictional account of a Polish agent operating from the fall of '39 to 1942, it drew me in from the start. Furst has a way with words, and fleshes out even the characters you only meet in passing.
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