A review by donnaadouglas
Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks

2.0

When I started reading Birdsong, I had high expectations - I thought it may be one of those clasically poignant novels which leaves me wanting to read it again. I was disappointed. I saw nothing special within it - it didn't stand out as a great war novel for me. I found it average - nothing distinguished it from other novels of the same genre, and in parts I found it boring. It was by no means badly written, but it most certainly wasn't brilliantly written.

QUOTATIONS I LIKED:
Jack looked up at the rim of the world that was appearing through the grey light: the burned and blasted trees, the once-green fields now uniformly brown where all the earth had been turned by shells. He was reconciled to leaving it."

"'Think of the words on that memorial, Wraysford. Think of those stinking towns and villages whose names will be turned into some bogus glory by fat-arsed historians who have sat in London. We were there.'"