The author of In What Torn Ship and other historical romances now shares part of her own life in an episodic segment of autobiography. The time- the years between the wars; the place Europe, from Paris and Belgium to the French Alps. There's some humor, some nostalgia here, and a sense of place and people, whether in her successive, abortive attempts at a job, or her retreat in a recovery from typhoid, or a small far where as owner she was briefly a part of the life of the country there. I liked this last part best, these stories of her friends and well-meaning neighbors in southwestern France. Part of this material appeared in the New Yorker, and Evelyn Eaton's name will give the book a wider market than it might achieve otherwise.