I am reading an absolutely fantastic book that takes place during the Blitz in London. I am almost at the end, and there is quite a lot of bombing going on. People are getting blown to bits, literally.
Oil bombs and incendiaries all over the place. Shelters full of Londoners taking direct hits. The city skyline aglow from the massive fires and explosions.
One of the characters is in prison, and feels trapped.
One of the characters is an ambulance driver, and just found out her block was hit and demolished by a direct hit, along with her lover.
I am loving this book, it is by one of my favorite authors, and I am deeply, deeply engrossed.
However, as of about ten minutes ago, I suddenly leaped off the couch, opened the curtains, and peered anxiously around the street. I am now agitated, restless, and totally, if irrationally, terrified.
Stupid fireworks.
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