I’ve read a lot of books–fiction and nonfiction–set during World War Two recently. I’m currently reading another. I’m writing still another. But stories set during the First World War have mostly eluded me. I’m happy this one didn’t. It’s a story of war, with many of the experiences and awakenings and conflict and trauma and pointlessness and heartbreak common to any war, but it’s also a story of love and yearning and missteps and regret and loss and remembrance. The characters are engaging. You care about them. If you’re looking for a strong story largely set in a time that is now nearly a hundred years in the past, during a war with causes and results more ambiguous than the one that created “the greatest generation,” I’d recommend this one.