Book Title: The Nightingale
I never read book reviews, letâs get that straight right off the bat, and I donât expect anyone to read mine, but I just have so many thoughts about this book I had to spill it out somewhere.
I loved this book⊠I was connected to every page. I finished it in less than a week, which is odd for me because it usually takes me months to finish any book. I went into this booking thinking it was a dumb historical fiction book that wasnât worth my time, because to be honest, my guilty pleasure fiction, not the classics or learning anything, was mafia don books and fae princes⊠basic bitch stuff⊠But I read The Nightingale because apparently there is a movie coming out sooinsh? Iâm not so sure, so I got the book from my DC Public Library, because there was no way in hell I was going to spend $32 for a new copy of a book, I told myself I wasnât even going to like⊠so I waited in the library queue, got the book.
I was hooked; I was connected. I missed my train stop multiple days in a row because I literally had my nose in a book. It was such a good story⊠it was a story I could physically see when I was reading because I knew what it looked like⊠and thatâs what got me thinking. And hang in with me here, how weird this era of story tellers is because of how documented this war and atrocity was.
I knew what everything looked like, the roads, the food, the trees, the trains, the clothes the women wore, the war bombed streets of France, the posters, the cars they drove, the difference between types of German uniforms, I knew it all⊠because I have seen it. Not firsthand, but in countless documentaries, countless dramas, I have heard about it from interviews with survivors. I havenât felt the suffering, pain, and anguish, but I know what it looks like. And I think we are lucky to have this for this war. All the atrocities that happened, we see them and we know them. We learn from them. We are scared by the mountains of bodies piled up; we see the tattoos on the arms of prisoners. We see the emaciated bodies and faces of horror from the civilians after the war. We see the bullet holes in the buildings across Europe, and we see the statues of the victors.
I loved this book. It transported me to a time I donât personally know, and I hope I never have to know. But I started thinking about all the other major atrocities and terrible events humans have gone through that were not as well documented. I will use my time on this planet as long as I have to not forget what has happened, the pain suffered by innocent lives, and the fact that so many times we are so close to repeating past mistakes. I will work to control and stop evil in this world, and hopefully, in some big or small way, I will succeed.
If you agree or disagree with me thatâs fine, please let me know what you think. If Iâm just a dumb girl who doesnât know what Iâm talking about, let me know that too. Weâre all here for just a little bit, and weâre all here to learn together.
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