I read Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnay in one sitting finishing after midnight and much too keyed up to go to bed. de Rosnay presents two intertwined stories, one of Sarah, a young girl among the thousands of Jews who were rounded up by the French police on July 16, 1942, and the other, an American journalist in Paris assigned to write a story about the fateful day at the Velodrome d’Hiver and its aftermath. Some may find the intersplicing irritating. I appreciated it, if for no other reason that it kept the horrible story of what happened to France’s Jews during World War II from crashing down on me all at once. But de Rosnay spares nothing in her demand that the French deal forthrightly with the atrocities carried out by their countrymen during that dark time, suggesting that remembrance, rather than time, will heal all wounds. Make sure you have plenty of Kleenex on hand before you plunge in.