I read all Mary Stewart's books over and over again. And this is a favourite, that together with the Moon Spinners, and This Rough Magic made me fall in love with Greece and the Adriatic. She is just so good at building a scene with her words that you can feel the dry dusty heat beating on the back of your neck, and smell the herbal scent of the hillside bushes and olive trees. And then there are the stories. My Brother Michael, like a few of her other books, has its plot roots in familial tragedy and loss based in WWII. And the search for understanding and resolution leads to and through the machinations of others into danger. And beauty, and ultimately an unexpected and very British love affair.