I feel betrayed by all the readers who gave this book 5 stars. I agree with the other 1 star review that it was both cheesy and contrived and missed the opportunity of being a great novel. It’s lack of sincerity is only overshadowed by its acceptance of dishonesty. In war we find out who we are. Did we? I guess we the readers (suckers) are to be lured in by all the twists and turns of the plot (Who is the dying women? Is she the Nightingale?), but all this drama is a poor substitute for an honest story and good writing. What a shame. Sorry I pushed through to the end. I can only say I am thankful Vianne didn’t rip a piece of Daniel’s shirt and tie it to the dead apple tree. Oh, and will Julien ever find out who his real father is? Hold your nose, I smell a sequel. My luck, there probably is one. I really need to vet these books better.