Woman Reading

I wanted so badly to love this book. I know it's so amazing, I could feel it in the writing even as fought my instinct to put this book down. And I tried, seriously I did. I've been reading it for a long time now. About 3 weeks, and every time I pick it up it's as though I'm dragging myself through glass to read it.

I think it's the era. I don't mean to sound like an ass, but I just can't read books about WWII. The tragedy of it, the horrors that happened to people, it's too much for me. I'm just sad, so damn sad the whole time, and my instinct is to avoid that feeling. 

I can read most any genre, even historical fiction from any other era, but this one... I just can't. Even sitting here realizing that I can't do it, and the reasons why, and thinking of the things I've already read have me so sad. And it's not a good cry, like reading Fault in our Stars, it's a 'the world can be so desolate' and 'what happened to people's humanity!'. I can't handle it.

So, I'm sorry...