I only just started reading this novel (10.08.2017). However, this is my thought for now

What do we know about love? How can we even compare our heartache, heartbreak and longing with those of lovers caught between the Wars? Those people who happened to leave in the early 20th century were ‘lucky’ enough to be young during WW1 and to be adults during WW2. But they were still people. They fell in love. They waited and hoped, agonised and missed… just like we do. However, their timing was different, way different….

This is me for now. Stay tuned