I've really enjoyed Tereska Torres' novels and a few months ago I read her diaries that she wrote (in French) during the secound world war. I found them really moving and interesting. There was something terribly honest about reading a diary when someone was in the midst of a war and had no idea when it would end. There was also a lot of writing in the diary about the lesbians and the bisexual women that she knew. In the diaries she came across as in love with several different women at different times. However, in the English autobiography based on these events it seemed like these relationships and feelings were brushed away which was terribly disappointing. I found her style much colder and detached than the French diaries. There wasn't as much depth or passion. As such I found I was quite disappointed in this. I do still want to read the rest of her novels that I've not read but I feel like I needed haven't really bothered with this one.