Finally got around to 'Lost Roses' last month, mostly because I loved 'Lilac Girls' so much. Honestly, I found the characters here a bit harder to lock onto at first—the book jumps between three women across World War I, which is a lot. Caroline Ferriday is the link from the previous novel, an American socialite trying to help, but she felt more like a connector than a fully standalone focus for me. The real heart, I think, is with the two Russian women: Eliza, the aristocrat fleeing the revolution with her family, and Sofya, her cousin who stays behind and gets trapped in the chaos. Their sections had this raw, desperate energy that Caroline's philanthropic missions lacked.
Eliza's journey from a life of balls and servants to being a refugee scrubbing floors in Paris was brutal. You see her privilege stripped away layer by layer. Sofya's plot is even darker, hiding from the Bolsheviks in her own country. The book is really about how war shreds these lives in different ways, depending on where you stand. I wish it had stuck with just the Russian perspectives; Caroline's story, while noble, kept pulling me out of the more intense atmosphere.