Based on the life of Nancy Wake, this is a French resistance novel with a satisfying amount of things going boom and arrogant sexists getting put in their place. Our heroine left her home in Australia at 16 and is a freelance journalist in Paris when we meet her. At that time, her publisher, Hearst, didn't give women writers bylines, unless they chose a male pen name. The author observes

It is quite possible that Nancy Wake was being erased from history even as she was writing it.

For that reason, it wasn't terribly hard on Wake to give up her underpaid, unrecognized job when she fell in love and moved to Marseille to marry Henri. Still, before she stopped covering the war, she saw enough of it to fucking hate the fucking Nazis.

When Henri is called to war, Nancy can't sit idly by. She finds her way into the resistance and eventually becomes a leader of it, working for the Brits (the French were xenophobes in the 1940s just like they are now). It's a powerful story with laughter and tears. Good and bad things happen. Nancy is painted like someone who is colorful, fun, and good at her job, but maybe a little headstrong and annoying if you're not counting on her to kill an Obersturmführer with her bare hands.