Birdsong by Sebastian Faulkes is a book you shouldn’t read unless you’re wanting to cry. I have yet to cry, but I can tell it is only pages away. It’s truly a really good book, but it is so overwhelmingly sad that I could crawl into my bed and weep for the characters.
It bounces back and forth between France 1916-18 and England 1978. The trench warfare is expounded on in detail. I think part of my problem is that I watched my first episode of Band of Brothers over the holiday weekend and the images of the fighting and wounds are fresh in my mind. The main character of 1916-18 is Stephen and the other is his grand-daughter living in England in 78 who knows little to nothing about him but is determined to understand more.
Anyway…I don’t know what to do with myself. Thank you, British Novel in the 20th Century class and Dr. Berry for tossing me and 2/3 of my classmates into a pit of sadness. You are truly depressing.
On a lighter note, I had my graduation pictures done today. Life is speeding past at lightning speed and I am trying to keep up. So much reading and work to do over the next two weeks or so. And then there’s the job searching that must be done. It’s a truly funky place I’m sitting in right now. =/