I finished #thenightingale yesterday and couldn’t help but look back on the photos, just photos, of my last time in Paris. We live and breathe history of old and with every breath we become a thread of the history to come, and still, I’m jolted sometimes by the reminder of how recent a certain piece of history was. Maybe because a people want it forgotten. Maybe because a different people want to brush it under the rug. And still, it’s somewhere. If not out in the air right now, it’s somewhere. Perhaps one day a story will be shared. A piece of that history.
This book was fiction, but of course so much of it was real. And horrific. And heroic.
“How fragile life was, how fragile they were.
It was the beginning and end of everything, the foundation and the ceiling and the air in between. It didn’t matter that she was broken and ugly and sick. He loved her and she loved him, All her life she had waited -longed for - people to love her, but now she saw what she really mattered... If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are. Today’s young people want to know everything about everyone. They think talking about a problem will solve it. I come from a quieter generation. We understand the value of forgetting, the lure of reinvention.” #thenightingale #kristinhannah #carlybarlybookclub #jarlyturns18