I am breathless. This book brought me tears and laughter in equal portion - Julie Berry’s gentle, tugging prose guides us through so many lives with dexterity and compassion. Framing WWI in love stories told by Greek gods can’t have been an obvious choice, but I’m beyond glad it’s the choice she made. How else could we have our Hazel with war’s strength bleeding all the way to her fingertips, our Colette, chided into love by Aphrodite? Though the novel does deal in stereotypes, I found it well worth the read. What a beautiful story. ( )

Great story and writing, felt very in the style of my favorite Markus Zusak! ( )

Julie Berry tortures her readers. She carefully creates characters with so much color and depth that they feel more real than the people I actually know. Then, once I’m invested and committed to these characters, these imaginary people that are no more than ink on the paper, she begins to twist events around them, to brutalize them, to inflict pain on them, to tear them apart from each other...and to torture you, the reader.

It's amazing, beautiful, and wonderful.

It’s also more feels than I want to feel.

I usually stay on the safer ground for my reading, picking from history, politics, or the occasional foray into science, science fiction, or the like. In Lovely War, a tale of four lovers caught in the maelstrom of the horrible meat grinder of World War I, Berry tells a story that is so much more than its parts, so much more than a simple romance.

But let me back up. Why read it, then? Why take the foray at all?

A few months back, Britt, my better half, was giving me a hard time because my book club was yet again choosing a series of books focused on war, politics, science, and literature (for whatever reason, every time she walks through the room where we meet—the centrally placed family room—on the way to the kitchen on the other side of the house someone is making a comment that seems to be related to war. As a result of this strange coincidence, she claims that all we talk about is war. On the contrary, we also talk about other things. Sometimes we talk about politics, too, especially the politics of...war). Not only that, she questioned whether I read even read anything by women, either. Just because it’s called “the Manly Book Club” it doesn’t mean it can’t read broadly.

Naturally, I took umbrage at this. Because seriously: I read a lot, right? And I choose more than just one topic to read. So I pulled up my reading list from the last year, and it turns out that she wasn’t wrong, at least not by much. By and in large, my reading list was male.

“So give me a list,” I said. “Give me books I should read.”

Lovely War was near the top of that list, and since the setting one of my favorite topics (and yes, I know, a middle-aged guy with an interest in WWI is about as cliche as it gets. But trust me, I have other interests, too. I also like to smoke meat and work on my yard...), I picked it among the first.

And now that we’ve buried the lede all the way down here, and maybe you’re still reading, let me actually tell you about the book and why it sticks out as something different than just a romance set during WWI.

First, ignore the description above. Yes, it’s entirely accurate, but also, it doesn’t do justice to what you find as you first begin to read. The book opens on what appears to be a secret affair between the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen and an equally good-looking man. As they begin to rip their clothes off each other (don’t worry, this book is, at least as it regards to sex, very PG, or PG-13 at the most), they are caught by the misshapen and very much not handsome husband of the woman...Hephaestus. The woman, of course, is Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and her paramour is Ares, the god of war. It’s all very juicy, and it gets even better as the very Greek drama unfolds. Hephaestus decides to put his wife (and sister, I guess, since Zeus is everyone’s dad) on trial, and in her defense, Aphrodite spins a tale of two very real mortals, of her work, and why she is who she is.

I admit I was intrigued on the basis of several Greek gods interacting in the very modern setting of 1940s Paris (the setting for Aphrodite’s failed tryst with Ares), their petty jealousies and passions, and their deathless interactions with mortals. But I soon forgot the premise as Berry uses these muses to tell the intertwined stories of star-crossed lovers Hazel and James, coming together just once before James is shipped off to the trenches of 1917’s Western Front, and Aubrey and Collette, the musician and the orphan, who will both be torn and tossed by Ares’ terrible war. I fell in love with the stories, and there were moments when I forgot that even in the telling by Aphrodite to her fellow gods that the stories were largely over and passed, and the momentary interjections by the gods were a distraction to remind me that no story is without shadows or valleys before a peak is reached.

And Berry is a master of taking her characters through shadows that make the sunlit slopes even more bright. Torture is the word that comes to mind.

Beautiful torture.

So, to sum up, what we have here: a beautifully developed story, Greek gods, a tumultuous and fascinating period of history that is well-researched and painted, and characters that are so empathetic that it was hard not to alternately shout and cheer at their pains and their joys. It was well worth the digression out of my typical reads and, in retrospect, maybe it was no accident that it included one of my favorite eras of history.
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An extra star for the audiobook, which was so well done. ( )

I’ve been on a World War I kick since re-watching Wonder Woman, which led to watching The Red Baron, which lead to countless wartime aviation documentaries, which led to finally wanting to finish The Enigma Game (now out in November), and finally that brought me to Lovely War, coincidentally the June YA for All book club pick for the store!

I had always intended to read it, and to join in the book club, but given my reading habits for the last two months I didn’t think I’d actually be able to. However, I was immediately sucked in – the story starts with Hephaestus catching his wife, Aphrodite, cheating on him with Ares, the god of war (and Wonder Woman connection so we’ve come full circle) and I honestly hadn’t even remembered what the synopsis, so long ago did I bring the book home and actually read the back.

Never before have a read a love story so immersive, so immediate, so completely overwhelming. I kept thinking how I couldn’t really believe it was a young adult book – I kept envisioning it sitting on a display on par with The Nightingale. I thought I knew a great deal about both World Wars as I’ve been fascinated by them for most of my life, but not only did I enjoy the plot, I learned a great deal about the front in France and how all the different groups of people who came there for many reasons from all over the world interacted with each other.

Julie Berry includes an in depth historical note at the end of the book and goes into great detail about her own learning experience while writing and as a nonfiction lover, I was so excited to be given a reading list of her sources. I have a feeling I’ve found my first true self-isolation staff pick, after making up titles for the past eight weeks for the store! And stay tuned for this week’s Diary of a Bookseller on Thursday where I’ll go into detail about what it’s like to go back to work! ( )