It took almost two days to finish McEwan's Atonement, and I am more than motivated to write the next part of my story. It was a very hard book to read; with not knowing the plot, the relentless imagery that made me mad with skimming--it's written very much like a Jane Eyre, but much more defiant, provocative. I was blisteringly angry with Briony and her injustice towards the lovers, but, as my sister reminded me, it is her story, so I read on patiently.
It does not end well, and that is the only spoiler I will allow myself to reveal. It is a good read, though, and really pits wartime nursing in a brighter, more inspiring light for me. Not like Scarlet, from Gone with the Wind, who wanted to get the hell out of there and abandons her duty, but Briony and her unnerving perseverance with her patients--that even writing seemed childish compared to feeling such awestruck love for these strangers and wanting nothing but to help them.
But the ending was outrageous and I felt jipped in many ways. Therefore, I plan to write in that design, but to a more acceptable ending (at least in my terms). I always love a good love story.
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