If you can read this and not cry, I question whether or not you have a heart...

So, I'm not a woman, and if you asked me whether or not I read Women's lit, I would laugh in your face.  Ha ha ha ha ha!  I'm not one, as previously mentioned in earlier blogs, to fall into the tawdry books that line the shelves at the grocery store.  These fall under soft-core porn in my eyes.  

And yet....

I have just finished Atonement, by McKellan, and all I can say... wow.  What a great read.  It took my heart and dashed it into a billion pieces... And what an ending!  I never saw it coming.  Never.  I thought I knew, I thought I did, but wow.  

(I just had a feeling that I was one of those kids at the end of Reading Rainbow who give those seemingly nonsense bookreviews.  You know the ones I'm talking about?  They try to get you to read the book by starting out with a question: "Did you ever wonder what it was like to go inside the human ear? Well, let me tell you..."  And they babble on about illustrations and funny comments.  And then they tell you to head on down to your local library to "Check-it-out!"  Man, is that show still on?  Does Levar Burton get residual cheques still, or are they making new ones?)

I do like war novels, especially around the two World Wars.  I dunno that I would like to have lived then, but there is this semi-nostalgic blurry edged feel to that time.  And I think that this has partly swayed my feeling towards this book.  But I think the clincher was the characterization.  I do love deeply developed characters and inter-twining stories.  Though written in a modern mindset, there were some distinctly post-modern themes which make the read even more profound.

Ok, so thats my plug on this book.  

Now I have to get back to reading some good old theology.  At least old theology.