5 AM and secretly engrossed in A Farewell To Arms, I was past the midnight flirting with the book and now was gripped by restless vigour to finish. The journalistic style of the novel set my heart into rating the book 3/5, the story was beautiful, but I was emotionally detached from any of the events that occurred…until the last page.

After reaching the fateful conclusion, I felt cheated, cheated of a certain happiness that comes from the timely ending of the book, had I not read the last page and instead closed the book a page before, I would have smiled and assumed all was well, the fairytale complete.

Naturally I sought comfort from a friend, as i voiced my displeasure in tired upset tones, he comforted me with a scene from the film “The Silver Lining Playbook” a film I’d heard nothing about, yet the scene shown to me, of the main character throwing Hemingway’s novel out of the window in frustration at 4 in the morning, fell in line perfectly with how I felt, so today, the morning after, I sought to watch the whole film.