I found the characters unconvincing.
I wanted to care about them, but too often they behaved unwisely (taking the British cigarettes out of the house where others could see them) or witlessly for me to care about them.
They struck me as characters written generations after the events portrayed, who knew the truth of what went on, but conveyed none of the feeling of an occupied people in time of war. Their actions seemed disconnected and forced for the sake of the plot, and frequently--all too frequently--failed to ring true.
There are stories to be told of that time and place, but this just dragged on and on...and became predictable. It was like enduring the last incarnation of Titanic...please, let this end...soon...but it doesn't.
