I am going to see a French film by the same title this weekend, so when I saw this book on the shelf in the library, I thought I'd try it out. The narrative leans heavily to the overbearing father, indulgent to his son but negligent of his daughter camp. I am sure that is more accurate than not. I was hoping for a more research based novel than this turned out to be. There was a lot of introspection by Mozart's sister, a lot about clothing they wore and who they played for, but not much in the way of historical context. It was just OK for me. I am still looking forward to the film. I don't know if this book and the film are more than related by title. I'll let you know.