There are very few books that have made me cry. This is one of them. And I think it would take a heart of stone to go through this entire story without shedding a single tear.
A few months back if I was asked about my favourite genre of novels, I wouldn’t have had a certain answer. Yes I love love stories, I am drawn to thrillers and I do lose myself in imaginary dystopian/ utopian novels. However, I have quite a many times been disappointed by many books in all these genres. Recently, I have discovered this whole new class of books, those that revolve around the World War, especially the Nazi invasion. And although I have read only a few books belonging to this stream, I have thoroughly enjoyed each of them. Be it heroic women who went from ordinary girls to undercover spies, such as in The Alice Network, or innocent families that suffered endless atrocities in the Nazi concentration camps, such as in Lilac Girls. Each one moved me deeply.
The Nightingale is yet another one.
This is the kind of book you just dive into head first. Don’t read the synopsis. These kind of stories are experienced, lived along with the characters and not easily forgotten.
It is difficult to find something missing in this book. It has love, romance, friendship, family spirit, heroism, kindness, hurt, pain, sacrifice, and most of all, it has the spirit of conquering the most difficult life circumstances.
Over all, this book is a must read for everyone. It’s up to you when you find the time and peace to lose yourself in this emotional experience.
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