relished my weekend.
spent a weekend in my living room's armchair, comfortably seated with a book in hand. the days saw me poring through 4 books; pride and prejudice, lolita (absolutely hilarious), suite francaise (great entertainment for a history fan like yours truly) and long day's journey into night.
jolly good day, having read both lit and history-filled stories. the other thing to rejoice about: i got round to finishing lolita and suite francaise. those books have sat in my bookshelf since i was in year 1 or year 2. previously, lolita showed signs of the reader flipping through till the middle, and went no further. suite francaise was no better. the reader didn't even go beyond the 1st page.
personally, suite francaise is an interesting piece of work during WWII. though the author who penned in was persecuted as a jew, there is no hint of her suffering. her work reflects more of the daily lives of the french, their mindsets - the contrast between the rich and the poor. one would have thought she'd write about her personal predicament. nothing of the sort.
typically, in a history book, one can mourn and feel pity for the people who die in the book. in suite francaise, the character dies midway and no loss is felt, you just see that life goes on. the characters don't die because of the war, of bombs, of traitors, but some weird accidents. there's also the air of french nonchalance throughout... i guess it was the author's statement about the attitudes of the french in WWII.