I cannot stress how in love with this book I am. I pretty much devoured it, barely looking up from its pages for hours, and there’s something so gorgeous about it, about the moments of silence between the moments of agony, of the torture of leave when your friends are on the front lines, and you don’t fit in anywhere except with them, of the bond of comradeship, which Remarque describes as closer than between lovers. I want to read this over and over and over again. This is, by far, the greatest war account I have ever read.
5/5
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