I don't know where I am. What am I saying? I don't even remember my name. I only woke up a few minutes ago. I don't know what year it is. From what one of the nuns have told me it is 1916. From my accent she can tell I'm American. I'm in a field hospital with my feet bandaged up. She says writing my thoughts down may help gain some of the memories I've lost. It only makes me more confused. I try and help the Sisters. I cut bandages, helping the soldiers write letters home; anything to keep my mind busy.
I am able to walk again. The intense pain that was once there is gone. Out of the blue two thoughts come to mind: My name is Stella Bain. Before I was injured I drove an ambulance. When the nuns hear the news they quickly put me to work. The job is dangerous. Because of the blackouts, I'm not able to use my head lights. I bring the injured back as fast as I can. As I go to make my next run I hear the doctors prepping soldiers for surgery. I eat my lunch not far from the tent. The moment I hear one of the soldier's screams something happens. It is a pain so severe that one of the Sisters pulls me aside to sit down. Am I recovering one of my lost memories? Is it something so repressed that nothing will bring it back? Is there hope for me?
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This is the first book I've read by Anita Shreve. I will tell you one thing, start reading it and you won't be able to stop. The only I didn't like was getting to the last page.
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