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I finished Birdsong, by Sebastian Faulks. I'm not sure what I think of it. There were some really intense parts, and some of it really moved me, but ultimately I found it a slog to get through. Stephen was unlikeable to me, which I don't find appealing in a protagonist, however realistic it might be.

There were a few different stories being told which were all related, but the one from the 70s was much less intense than the one set in the First World War, so ending with that, while making sense chronologically and logically, frustrated me.

I'd probably give it a three out of five and encourage other people to read it. I wouldn't read it again (but then, I never do).