I really loved Affinity by Sarah Waters. It hurt my heart in a really great way. It went down so easy like a trashy novel but was actually art.
This book... isn't the lesbian victorian romps that Affinity and Touching the Velvet and Fingersmith were (the last two I didn't read but watched excellent sexy BBC adaptations).
It's set in WWII London and it goes backwards in time and it was kind of boring.
The Guardian and NY Times were all "A Triumph!" but I disagree. Maybe three blazing brilliant books is about all you can expect from Sarah Waters, which seems to be about the limit that Jeanette Winterson could reach.
i was sad. I so wanted to be moved and affected, but I think finding out the WHY and the What Happened Back Then stuff can get very deflating, like a prequel, unless you structure it exactly right, and this was just half a step off and was ruined.