i can’t describe how this book made me feel. genuinely typing through tears right now.

i can’t say this book means a lot personally, but learning about the way WW1 shaped the soldiers and civilians involved was both heartbreaking and hopeful, packaged in the visceral-turned-clinical horror of war.

while the resolution of homosexuality throughout the book definitely was unbelievable (sorry, i can’t believe the number of people they knew who just accepted it), i can’t find it within myself to care much because this book could read as a deeply platonic bond between friends and it would still end somewhat along the same lines.

alice winn has accidentally kickstarted my newfound fascination with anti-war media after WW1