The book seemed daunting to me at first because it’s over 500 pages. And then, the best freaking part, is that you never leave. You’re in it and there within the first couple of pages.
Hannah wastes no time getting to the story. 
Her writing doesn’t tell a story it makes you live it. When I read, I feel like I’m actually in the French country side or Paris during the War and not sitting in my living room.
I get so absorbed by her writing that I feel like I’m there in the scene.
Kristin Hannah is one of the first authors that I’ve read in awhile that did not make me want to peel out my eyeballs with a spoon at one point or another due to shit writing. Which have nothing to do with The Nightingale, by the way, but I’ve heard her other works are fantastic, too. And, I wish I read it sooner because it was such an amazing book! Hannah’s work with this book makes really look forward to reading her latest, The Great Alone, and her other books. You also know that you’re the shit friend when you take a million years to do it because your TBR list is a 7-ft bookcase and a half (the only way to measure it at this point). You know you have a really fantastic friend when they buy you a book simply because they want you to do this review. When he betrays her, Isabelle races headlong into danger and joins the Resistance, never looking back or giving a thought to the real–and deadly–consequences. While thousands of Parisians march into the unknown terrors of war, she meets the compelling and mysterious Gäetan, a partisan who believes the French can fight the Nazis from within France, and she falls in love as only the young can…completely. Without food or money or hope, as danger escalates around her, she must make one terrible choice after another. Vianne’s sister, Isabelle, is a rebellious eighteen-year-old girl, searching for purpose with all the reckless passion of youth. When France is overrun, Vianne is forced to take an enemy into her house, and suddenly her every move is watched her life and her child’s life is at constant risk. She doesn’t believe that the Nazis will invade France…but invade they do, in droves of marching soldiers, in caravans of trucks and tanks, in planes that fill the skies and drop bombs upon the innocent. In war we find out who we are. FRANCE, 1939 In the quiet village of Carriveau, Vianne Mauriac says goodbye to her husband, Antoine, as he heads for the Front. Synopsis: In love we find out who we want to be. First Line: “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.”. Structure: Third-person linear narrative with interlocking first-person perspective.
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