My most recent read has been a historical fiction titled Code Name: Verity, which is set during WWII and follows the adventures and escapades of two astoundingly well-qualified young women. Verity is a double agent working for the British Special Operations, writing out her memoirs for her German captors in exchange for the right to wear her clothes and sleep with a blanket. Kittyhawk is a pilot, stranded in German-occupied France after a crash-landing in a damaged airplane.
Last night, I got past the end of Verity's written account and got treated to a memorandum from the German interrogation officer's superior, reprimanding him for being seen with the girl in question and ordering him to deliver her immediately for "experimentation."
End Part 1.
I actually had to stop reading for a little bit and cry. Then I went to find my grandma and explain how I think the main character just died.
I mean... I knew it was never likely that she would survive, but I really wanted her to be rescued. And that, I suppose, is the risk in getting attached to any character, particularly in WWII fiction. There's always the chance that they didn't survive.
And the funny thing is - this is exactly the kind of reaction I'm aiming for when a character dies "on-screen," as it were. I, as an author, want you to be attached to that character, so that when he dies, you as a reader feel like you've lost something.
. . .
Does this make me cruel?