
The Nightingale
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• The father who went off to war was not the one who came home.
• She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.
• What was love when put up against war?
• She felt as if her insides were a bomb that needed to go off. One wrong move—or word—and she might explode.
• Inside, the house echoed the voice of a man who wasn't there.
• Isabelle had always simply reacted in her life. Someone left her behind; she followed. Someone told her she couldn't do something; she did it. Every barrier she turned into a gate.
• "Why did you push me and Vianne away?" "I hope you never know how fragile you are, Isabelle."
• She knew about death, about the grief that ripped you apart and left you broken forever.
• I don't know the right thing to do anymore. I want to protect Sophie and keep her safe, but what good is safety if she has to grow up in a world where people disappear without a trace because they pray to a different God?
• She was so tired of being strong.
• This war has put us all where we do not want to be.
• He watched me stand on the sidelines of his life instead of showing him the field of my own.
• She wanted to say "Don't leave me," but she couldn't do it, not again. She was so tired of begging people to love her.
• He knows nothing about the kind of sacrifice that, once made, can never be either fully forgotten or fully borne. And how could he? I have protected him from all of that.
• How can I start at the beginning, when all Ican think about is the end?
• Every time she saw anyone these days, it was hard to say good-bye. You never knew if you'd see them again.
• Nothing felt right anymore. They were like strangers. He felt it, too. She knew he did. The war lay between them at night.
• She was so lucky to have found this man. No wonder she had fallen in love with him. And she would find her way back to him, just as he'd found his way back to her.
• "Kiss me," she whispered. "Make me forget." "It's not forgetting we need, Vianne," he said, leaning down to kiss her. "It's remembering."
• It felt both profoundly magical and beautifully ordinary. A moment from the life they'd had before.
• Don't forget me, Isabelle thought. She wished she had the strength to say it out loud.
• "I should have known she wasn't following a man, but her beliefs, that she was doing something important."
• I do my best to be my sister's ambassador, collecting the thanks she deserves.
• I know now what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds heal. Love lasts. We remain.
Saketttt. That's all. 💔

Beautiful story of two sisters that live through the WWII, the decisions they have to make, the love they feel and how their characters evolve through the darkest of times.

Heartbreaking and hopeful at the same time. Loved the different displays of strength by the female characters

This book destroyed me ugh

This book was stunning and wrapped up everything perfectly! The steaks were high and enthralling.

one of the best books I’ve ever read.

I honestly cannot simply put it to words how beautiful this book was and still is and how much I loved it. It honestly broke me, from middle of the book to the end, I just don't know, I have no words. I actually cried. I don't know. It left me emotional, I loved the characters. I loved seeing a perception of the role of women in the Nazi Era history, that important role they played even if they weren't recognized for it after the war ended, and being based in one of my favourite countries in the world, absolutely amazingly amazing. I could go on and on and on about this book to be honest, but I would rather you go to your nearest bookstore and buy this book, you will love it.

This is a very compelling story that will rip your heart out, stomp all over it, soak it in bleach, then put it back into your chest. War is ugly and this story shows a side of it that is so tragic. Highly recommend!

(Two and a half rounded up to three) The Untold Stories of WWII 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. Kristin Hannah’s The Nightingale is a page-turner more than anything else. It pays homage to stories of endurance, bravery and survival of the women who lived through World War II; stories that rarely come to light since history is dominated by the stories of the men who fought in the war. The book focuses on the extraordinary women who struggled to live through the years of the war in Nazi-occupied France. At the centre of the novel are two sisters, Vianne and Isabelle, who lost their mother when they were young and were consequently abandoned by their drunk father. Instead of being brought together by the tragedy, the age difference between them and their life decisions force them apart. The story picks up in 1939 as an entire generation of young men were being called to war. Vianne is forced to say goodbye to her husband, Antoine, as he goes off to war, leaving her behind with her daughter. Her younger sister, Isabelle, on the other hand, runs away from her Finishing School and finds her way back to her father in Paris, determined to do her part for the cause of Free France. The story of the two sisters reminded me of a line from the recent adaptation of ‘Little Women’ by Greta Gerwig, “Just because my dreams are different to yours doesn’t mean they’re unimportant.” This line could very well be from this book. While Vianne makes sacrifices and struggles to keep her daughter and house safe, Isabelle makes her way into the secret network of resistors. Vianne’s only aim is to keep those she loves safe as she waits for her husband to be free from the war prison. Isabelle’s rebel-streak and impulsive nature act as hurdles in the way of this. The book is heartbreaking in parts and highlights stories of women that are never spoken about. It is also a love story, but don’t go in expecting any kind of rosy pictures. Some stories don’t have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories. In Isabelle, we get the more obvious strong female lead, who is ready to cross mountains, literally, for the cause. However, Vianne’s character development in the course of the book is what truly stood out for me in the book. With the parallel storyline of an unnamed old lady suffering from cancer who is invited to Paris for a reunion, makes for an intriguing addition. It talks about the tough decisions women had to make during the war years. However, it does take a slightly soft take on the story instead of the hard-hitting style of World War II stories featuring men. Hannah often has the tendency to cover action scenes with inner monologue scenes. I would have liked to read more about the Nightingale route and Isabelle’s journey over the Pyrenees. The reason that the book didn’t end up as great as I expected it to be was that in certain places, Hannah forgets details about locations and weather, she makes Isabelle’s beauty more important than her bravery and in goes as far as to romanticise war. These things may be rare but are aspects that give the term ‘chicklit’ a bad name. It also takes a historic character with dark and curly hair in a blonde, blue-eyed character, which says a lot given that the story is set smack in the middle of World War II. The Nightingale is a story that highlights how women’s bodies become battlegrounds during wartime. The decisions made by women led to a shadow war that never came to light in the post-war years because as Hannah says, Men tell stories. Women get on with it. For us it was a shadow war. There were no parades for us when it was over, no medals or mentions in history books. We did what we had to during the war, and when it was over, we picked up the pieces and started our lives over.

I could not tell you the last time I read historical fiction. It has never been my preferred genre. that being said— WOW. the nightingale is an absolute masterpiece. I could not put it down. I smiled. I cried. I felt all of the things.
this book was extra special to me for a couple of reasons:
one– the sisterly bond at the center of this book was a very powerful part of the story to me as I am an older sister myself.
two– my grandmother lived in europe during WWII and I feel like this book brought me closer to her in a way. I will never know or understand the hardships she endured during that time, but this story gave some color to a time she experienced firsthand.
I absolutely adored this one and highly, highly recommend it. have your tissue box ready.

Beautiful and heart-breaking. So well written! All of the characters made you feel something different and had so much depth! Definitely a new favorite.

Heartbreaking novel that is so compelling yet truly remarkable.

Just leaves you speechless.

The last half of this book will have you sobbing. A beautifully written book about life of two sisters during WWll. It digs into women during the war and all that they endured.

This is a book that will wreck you(in a good way).

yeah i cried like a baby at least six times and what about it. this is probably the best book i have read so far this year.

Kristin Hannah is 2 for 2 on making me ugly cry at the end of her books.
The last quarter of this book had me sobbing uncontrollably. Kristin Hannah takes you through World War II France with two sisters, Vianne and Isabelle. Hannah's storytelling grips you, making you feel like you're right there with them. The bond between Vianne and Isabelle is so well written. Their relationship is complex and dynamic, filled with resentment at times, but there is still so much love. Love is carried throughout this book, even in the most painful parts, love stays steady. Highly recommended, but be prepared to have your heart and your emotions thrown all over the place.
The first chapter set in 1995, with its hint of mystery about the narrator's identity, kept me guessing until the very end. Not knowing who was the narrator in the first chapter and going back to that narrator in other chapters throughout was an interesting way to keep me as a reader pushing forward to find out which of the characters lived beyond the war. And when the truth was finally revealed, I found myself sobbing even more.
For audiobook readers: I did a tandem audio/physical read, and the narrator did a great job with all the various accents of characters.
Trigger warning: it's emotional and heavy at times, doesn't shy away from brutalities and horrors of war, tackling topics like violence, rape, and death.

So good. So emotional. Wow

AMAZING AND HEARTBREAKING

i’ve wrote a long ass review but i accidentally deleted it…now i’m so lazy to write it again…

What a wonderful read. Initially, it felt predictable, overdone. There are so many historical fiction works centered around white young women and the men which guide their fantasies. Yet, it soon became evident that this story was not about a love between two, sisters, families, lovers. It was about love with oneself, and the harsher forgiveness it costs.

It’s hard to find the words to encapsulate this book. It is heartbreaking, devastating, and beautiful. A must read.

The Nightingale: 4/5 Honestly, I don't even know what to say. This book ruined me. It touched every single piece of my soul. I would never usually pick up a WWII book since I'm not a big fan of war fiction, but oh my gosh. I am SO grateful that Lexie recommended this to me and forced me to read it. This is the kind of book I will never stop thinking about. The Nightingale focuses on the war the women fought during WWII, mainly following two sisters, Vianne and Isabelle. One sister staying home and just surviving, while the other joins the resistance and helps Allied pilots find safety, and damn was it heartbreaking. I SOBBED through the final 50 pages as this book wrenched my heart out of my chest. This book is absolutely spellbinding and impossible to put down. It's also being turned into a movie, so if you needed another reason to put it on your TBR, there you have it. Hauntingly beautiful is how to sum it up. And heartbreaking, let's not forget about that.

For FUCKS sake
Highlights

They couldn’t touch my heart. They couldn’t change who I was inside. My body… They broke that in the first days, but not my heart.”

"But love has to be stronger than hate, or there is no future for us."

"Some stories don't have happy endings. Even love stories. Maybe especially love stories."

Love had turned into loss and she' d pushed it away, but somehow, impossibly, a bit of that love had remained. A girl's love for her father. Immutable. Unbearable but unbreakable.

Friendships forged in fire that had proven to be as strong as iron.

“If you don't love her..”
“I do."
Vianne studied him.
"Does she know?"
“I hope not."

She looked at Vianne, and the universe of their friendship was in her eyes-the secrets they'd shared, the promises they'd made and kept, the dreams for their children that bound them as neatly as sisters.

Americans. They didn't listen.

Or maybe she had imagined that memory, constructed it from the threads of her own need and wrapped it tightly around her shoulders. She didn't know anymore.

“Of course. Men always think war is about them.”

“Don't think about who they are. Think about who you are and what sacrifices you can live with and what will break you."

"I think, as this war goes on, we will all have to look more deeply. These questions are not about them, but about us."


The girls responded immediately and fell into step ahead of the women, chattering constantly, their heads cocked together, their hands clasped. A second generation of best friends.

I close my eyes and in the darkness, the smells of mildew and by gone lives, my mind casts back a line thrown across years and continents

As I approach the end of my years, I know the grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

But love has to be stronger than hate, or there is no future for us.
Much needed reminder on a day when hate seems to have won.

It makes it sound as if I misplaced my loved ones; perhaps i left them where they don't belong and then turned away, too confused to retrace my steps.
They are not lost. Nor are they in a better place. They are gone. As I approach the end of my years, I know that grief, like regret, settles into our DNA and remains forever a part of us.

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.

"I love you, Papa," she said it quietly, realizing how true it was, how true it had always been. Love had turned into loss and she'd pushed it away, but somehow, impossibly, a bit of that love had remained.

En el amor descubrimos quiénes queremos ser, en la guerra descubrimos quiénes somos.


“Why was it so easy for men in the world to do as they wanted and so difficult for woman”
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She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.
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