

I almost expected Forrest Gump to show up. But to think this pair waltzes through one of the most contested areas on the face of the earth at that time and come out unscathed - not to mention just being there in the first place - is mindblowing. At least I don't think so truth is stranger than fiction. To say that it strains credulity is to misuse the phrase. Imagine, if you can, an Irish Hansel and Gretel traipsing through the lines in the dead of winter without much challenge, only to be near enough to witness the massacre at Malmedy.

I doubt that anyone will think I'm spoiling the outcome of the book - which is another matter altogether - by complaining about the absolutely unbelievable thread about the Irish couple's chance encounter with Joachim Pieper in the middle of the Battle of the Bulge. Venetia Kelly was all right, but at least it wasn't nearly as implausible as Matchmaker. I absolutely enjoyed Shannon, Ireland and Tipperary.
