I failed to mention my monthly highlight of meeting with book club ladies on Tuesday. Our topic was more somber than usual as Irene Nemirovsky's book was written during World War II. This French woman was arrested herself in 1942 because her grandparents were Jews, although she and her husband had converted to Catholicism. She died in Auschwitz that August. Her husband also died in the gas chambers. Her two daughters managed to remain hidden throughout the war, thanks to their governess. Irene was a well-known author in her day, but this handwritten manuscript was not found until a few years ago and published recently. The book is incredibly well written, with many characters revealing the funny and frail limits of human personalities during the stress of living with war on your doorstep. I only wish she could have finished it. Universal Pictures acquired the screen rights this spring, but I think it would be better to make a film about Irene Nemirovsky.