I absolutely hate reading books about war because they upset me so much. I usually end up angry and crying.  Or angry and with a headache because I’m trying not to cry.  Basically, it all just upsets the crap out of me and I don’t like it. The Nightingale, by Kristin Hannah, is no exception. I didn’t think it would be and although it was on my To-Read list, I probably wouldn’t have gotten around to reading it if it wasn’t selected by my book […]