I read Kate Quinn‘s World War II era historical novel, The Rose Code, in a fevered (possibly actually fevered, as I’d just received my second Covid vaccination) rush, over the course of two nights while my kids were on Spring Break. I read until 3 a.m. and 4 a.m. each night, unwilling to put the book down.
Here’s what I love and admire about Quinn’s writing, in this book and in others: her fierce dedication to fully-fleshed, flawed, fantastically human characters–people you get to know so deeply you’d not be surprised to bump into them on the street; her intense dedication to research; and her straight-up storyteller chops.
Too often historical novelists give up the story for the history, or vice versa. But my favorite writers world-build with vibrancy and energy, and never sacrifice character.
World War II England, code breakers, friendships, and bad-ass feminism? I’ll take it any day of the week, and I’ll read whatever Quinn’s got cooking.