I skimmed the second half once I realized just how ridiculous it all was. Lily, poor girl from the east end of London, was beautiful, smart, desirable, instantly commanded respect from all who met her, sang like a professional opera singer. She was also good buddies with Churchill. In short, she was perfect. And extraordinarily unrealistic and annoying. All I can say is that it's a very good thing someone like Lily didn't really run the entire war. I will not be reading other books in the series.