Grace Healey is rebuilding her life after losing her husband during the war. One morning while passing through Grand Central Terminal on her way to work, she finds an abandoned suitcase tucked beneath a bench. Unable to resist her own curiosity, Grace opens the suitcase, where she discovers a dozen photographs—each of a different woman. In a moment of impulse, Grace takes the photographs and quickly leaves the station.
Grace soon learns that the suitcase belonged to a woman named Eleanor Trigg, leader of a ring of female secret agents who were deployed out of London during the war. Twelve of these women were sent to Occupied Europe as couriers and radio operators to aid the resistance, but they never returned home, their fates a mystery. Setting out to learn the truth behind the women in the photographs, Grace finds herself drawn to a young mother turned agent named Marie, whose daring mission overseas reveals a remarkable story of friendship, valor and betrayal.
If you’re looking for historical fiction set during WWII with light female spy content, The Lost Girls of Paris fits the bill.
I’ve read so much historical fiction, especially around WWII, that I appreciate the books that introduce a new perspective on a well-told story. There was potential here with women infiltrating enemy lines – spies that aren’t spies – and disappearing. But, unfortunately, there was a lack of depth that prevented a real connection. It felt like we never really got into the story like I was still waiting for it to start, and suddenly it was over.
The Lost Girls of Paris is a light, easy read that I certainly enjoyed but lacked the complexity required for a truly immersive experience.