Yesterday as I was getting ready to sleep, something drove me to my bookcase and I'm still trying to understand if it was me that pulled that book out of the bookshelf or was it the book that pulled me out of bed.
The book I'm talking about is “The silence of the sea” or in it's original name “Le silence de la mer”, the author is Vercors. It's supposed to be a book of the French resistence that was written during the II world war, but fortunately for all, Vercors missed the target and wrote one of my all time favourite novels. It's a very simple history about the relations between persons, and if I may say so, in a very strong way.
Yesterday I read the book again, and although it has a very hard ending (I'm not being a spoiler, everybody know how the war ended), it gives the reader the ability of feeling everything a bit more grey… a little less black and white.
And I'm glad I re-read it… I sure needed to feel things a little more grey!!!