The Nightingale

In love we find out who we want to be.
In war we find out who we are.

I’ve just turned on the sad music and am letting the tears flow. Goodness gracious, what a book. I’m a mess. Truly phenomenal.

I picked this up last week after a high recommendation from my bff. (shoutout) I couldn’t put it down! Although I had to because, like, I actually am trying to get a job. This is one of those books that you can feel like a better human after reading it. You gain perspective, empathy, and awe for those that suffered through WWII.

Men tell stories. Women get on with it. For us it was a shadow war. There were no parades for us when it was over, no medals or mentions in history books. We did what we had to during the war, and when it was over, we picked up the pieces and started our lives over.

There were so many moments of this novel that felt like daggers were being stabbed into my heart. But you never lose hope in these characters. You see them for all they’re worth. Human. Brave. Heroic. In all of their imperfections, they are still good.

I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I’d like to be known.

And all I have to say to Kristen Hannah is thank you. Simply just, thank you.

Snag this book here. 

You won’t be sad. Actually, will be sad. But only as you read it. You won’t be sad you chose to read this. And I’d love to hear your thoughts on what you thought! Tell me.

Cheers! HAPPY CRYING.

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