Another guard sits in his high tower like an angry demigod looking over his creation. A few women and children in their blue and white striped uniforms and shaved heads stare vacantly at us. Their eyes are like little broken windows. These children have probably seen more horrors in their tiny lifetimes than I’ve seen in my entire life.
This book took me a little getting used to. Like an engine sputtering to life, the characters and events started making sense after the first few chapters. The imagery is so rich, you have to adjust your eyes to the brightness before you can see it.
I am a sucker for war stories, especially the ones set during WWII. I’ve read a few of them, some true stories and some fiction, but Kristin Hannah’s ‘The Nightingale’… Read more »