I first read Code Name Verity over a year ago—GOD, that long? (Read my first (and awful) review here, though it really doesn’t do CNV justice)—and believe me when I say I instantly fell in love. Yes, yes, I reluctantly admit that the first 50 pages or so are bogged down with technical terms and aircraft types (but frankly, I didn’t mind so much—I am a history nerd) so some people have difficulty getting into it BUT PLEASE CONTINUE WITH IT! You’ll be viciously catapulted into a heartwrenching story of friendship and bravery and fall in love with an arrogant, stubborn SCOTSWOMAN.
Jesus, I love and hate this book. Hate because it makes me CRY.
“KISS ME, HARDY. Kiss me, QUICK!” YES, OK. I’M BLUBBERING LIKE A BABY.
“Fly the plane, Maddie.” Yes, more tears.
You’ve also GOT to re-read Code Name Verity to understand and appreciate the cleverness of it. You see things that you never did the first time round. You notice things and you’re like “OH MY GOD, YES! HOW DIDN’T I SEE THAT BEFORE?”
I love Maddie, and poor, poor Julie, and Jamie and bloody hell, even Engel. I love this book with a passion. It’s my favourite, period.
Also, if you have read and loved Code Name Verity, I would highly recommend reading the companion novel (and meet a few familiar faces), Rose Under Fire. Obviously, no protoganist can compare to Julie, but Rose Justice is absoloutely breathtaking in her own way.
I’m going to leave you with my favourite quote:
“I am no longer afraid of getting old. Indeed I can’t believe I ever said anything so stupid. So childish. So offensive and arrogant.
But mainly, so very, very stupid. I desperately want to grow old.”
You’re also probably wondering why I’m doing a completely seperate review, right? It’s because I got a lovely US edition from a friend to go alongside my UK one.