“The Last Bookshop in London”, by Madeline Martin 

3 stars ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (because of the concept)

This was not bad, but…

The first 20% was a bit fluffy and I was concerned that I was reading a book strictly written for young girls (I so hate the label “chick lit” and I’m surprised that it’s still in use).

By 35% the story became more engaging and intense.

WWII is one of my favourites topics, and I have read a good number, so every time I pick a new book, I do have high expectations. 

The writing here was simple and clear. 

The story was also simple, perhaps too simple. 

It was nice to read the perspectives by civilians. 

But the development of the story was not that impactful, in my opinion.

Something was missing for me. I thought the whole development was colourless and I was not touched in any way.

As another reviewer said, this is a perfect companion to a cup of tea.

I loved the references to the classics, especially “The Count of Monte Cristo” (my favourite book of 2024), “Rebecca” and “Frankenstein” (both a 5 stars read for me).

e-book (Kobo): 276 pages, 85k words 

Hardcover: 325 pages (borrowed from the public library)