This book just left me with an incomplete, speechless feeling. It was a stunning work, made even more so by the fact that Némirovsky was essentially writing this as the events were happening (which technically makes it not historical fiction, but I'm still calling it that). Her notes for the next three parts of the book were full of ideas based on what she thought might happen, and it's just extraordinary how perceptive she was. Her writing is also beautiful (and I think the translator must have done a very good job) and almost mesmerizing. The way her characters brush past each other, their lives sometimes touching and sometimes just missing each other, is choreographed with the utmost artistry. This fraction of Némirovsky's magnum opus is a masterpiece, and I can only imagine how magnificent it would have been if it was finished. This woman obviously had immense talent as a writer. I'm really glad I read this book, and I look forward to reading more of her work.