Lucilla Andrews is one of my favourite authors. She wrote several hospital romances, many of them set during World War II. This is her autobiography, written in 1976, but focussing on her wartime nursing experiences. With the exception of one chapter about her childhood, the book only covers her nursing years, ending abruptly in 1952 when she quit nursing to write full-time. I found it very interesting that this book was based on notes that she had been making throughout the war. It was fun to see that many of the events that she used in her books were based on her own experiences. She doesn't sugar-coat anything about her job—there's blood and grime and cockroaches, long hours and little pay. The one thing that she isn't straightforward about is the nature of her husband's mysterious illness. I only know from reading her obituaries online that it was very serious drug addiction, leading to his long term hospitalization shortly after the birth of their daughter. Her own love life was very different from that of a romance heroine. ( )