RaveThe Washington PostI fell in love with Jackie Winspear almost at once, right there on Page 24 of her engaging, amusing and moving memoir of growing up in the post-World War II English countryside. And then there’s the hopeful — and hopefully prescient — title of the book: This Time Next Year We’ll Be Laughing. It was hard to resist ... the further I read, the more kinship I felt ... They’re good stories, well told, even if the writing sometimes slouches toward cliche (you could make a game of counting how many times she says something was \'polished to a shine\'). They’re stories that wrap you in charm and good humor, and a sense of the resilience that undergirds Winspear’s tale.
