The Winter Garden, Kristin Hannah
I woke up this morning with a true and serious book hangover. I mean, a real doozy. Swollen eyes, headache, stuffy nose... I must have been crying in my sleep, and The Winter Garden is to blame. I can't think of any thing else at the moment, and I should have known better. I read The Nightingale last year, and it really touched me, so I couldn't pass up the chance to read The Winter Garden when it was offered for free on the Bookshout app. I don't normally like to read on my phone, but the app has a speed read setting which is awesome for the elliptical or treadmill. So I decided to give it a try. It's a really good thing I read The Nightingale, because I at least had enough warning from that to know I had to stop reading Winter Garden at the gym. I got so caught up in Vera's story that I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning to finish Winter Garden last night, and ended up trying to cry as softly as I could manage so as not to wake my husband. Not an eas