It has a catchy title, to be sure. The Spy Who Loved... Not me, or you, just, well, everyone actually. The fuzzy shot of this book's subject doesn't really do Christine Granville justice. She was an out and out beauty, multilingual, a skier, a spy, a woman, with more names than she could possibly have kept track of. Known as the first female spy of WW2, and also as Churchill's favourite spy. That probably has more meanings than Christine had names.