My name is Inge. I am sixteen.

I live with Mama and Papa in Munich. Food is still rationed, though the war ended over ten years ago.

My boyfriend is Jewish. I have to hide this from my parents.

I think they are hiding something from me, too. Letters arrive every year on my birthday, but they are not addressed to me. They are for a girl named Kasia. This is her story.

'Powerful and harrowing' Mail on Sunday

'A haunting beauty of a novel' Irish Times

"A future classic." - Gazette & Herald

"A haunting beauty of a novel." - The Irish Times

"Powerful and harrowing" - Mail on Sunday

"This book just blew me away when I finished reading it." - The Strawberry Post