The Nightingale
Alternative names: The nightingale / De nachtegaal
Author(s): Kristin Hannah
Language: Dutch
Release Date: June 18, 2024
Publisher: Boekerij
Length: 528 Pages
Weight: 578 g
Book Overview:
English: – The Nightingale – The outbreak of war drives two sisters apart. Should you put your family in danger to save lives?
Dutch: – De nachtegaal – Het uitbreken van de oorlog drijft twee zussen uit elkaar. Mag je je familie in gevaar brengen om levens te redden?
If I have learned one thing in my long life, it is this: in love we discover who we want to be; in war we discover who we are. Young people today want to know everything about everyone. They think that talking about problems helps solve them. I come from a quieter generation. We understand the value
of forgetting, the appeal of rediscovering things.
But lately I find myself thinking a lot about the war and my past, about the people I have lost.
Lost. It makes it sound like I have left my loved ones in the wrong place; perhaps I left them where they did not 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 sorrow, like remorse, settles into our DNA and is forever part of our happiness. I have grown older in the months since my husband died and my illness was diagnosed.
My skin looks like wrinkled wax paper that someone tried to smooth out for reuse. My eyes often fail me – in the dark, at the 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. Today’s young people want to know everything about everyone. 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.
Lately, though, I find myself thinking about the war and my past, about the people I lost. It makes it sound like 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 fore.
