The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah
I cried like a baby. I cried, and cried, and cried. The last 30 pages of this book is heart wrenching and yet beautiful and utterly fantastic. This book causes a memory of a story I will remember, I cannot speak highly enough about.
Emotionally haunting. Intensely draining. Staggeringly nightmarish. Brutally descriptive.
Characters weaved with beauty, and with horror done onto them. The destruction of the human body, but never the spirit, and the soul to do what is right, and to sacrifice what needs to be done for loved ones, and for strangers. I will not lie, I cried in many spots in this book. I also did not want to put the book down to do my daily chores, or my daily biddings. I just wanted to read page after page of this brilliant, beautiful, horrible, amazing story of a family, and their plight during war. The story allows you to experience the characters pain, suffering, choices, regrets, doubts, family issues, personal tragedies, horrible mistakes. In the end, all you have is family and love, no matter how horrible the past, the present, or even the future might be, with family and with love, everything else does not matter.
"but love has to be stronger than hate." ---Vianne, The Nightingale