As a graduate student in 1942, Eva fled Paris after her father, a Polish Jew, was arrested. Settling in a mountain town in the Free Zone, she begins forging identities for Jewish children with the help of a Catholic priest and a handsome forger named Rémy. Falling in love with Rémy, she finds a way to record the children's real names, and decades later, must come to terms with the betrayal of her resistance cell.

I feel like I've read so much World War II historical fiction that it's hard to impress me anymore. Yet, I found The Book of Lost Names to be compulsively readable. Eva's journey and struggles felt relatable while still bringing up deeper themes of identity and family expectations. Although not the most realistic or lyrical book, The Book of Lost Names hit the spot for a quick engrossing read with all the highs and lows of a fun period piece.