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A review by sydn3y3
Time of Drums by John Ehle
emotional
sad
tense
medium-paced
5.0
wow, this book exceeded my expectations. humans are so multi-faceted. such a well written and constructed novel.
“it is amazing how misery helps the mind to recall and the heart to care.”
“all my instincts are brighter, now that it is spring. even my sorry prospects appear better. the colors in the grass and sky are brighter, everything excites me: the trees, the budding of the bushes, even the roosters strutting about the roadside.”
“no point in asking what the theme of it is to be, for life works out its own themes.”
when the two army bands played Home, Sweet Home together 😭 and then everyone cheered at the end of the song 😭😭😭 shit got to me
“my men are cooking breakfast and complaining about the chills they feel and their muscle pains. how lucky they are to be alive. how fond tonight they will be of this morning’s health.”
“i felt as if i had lodged myself in a massive mound of fate, that i was a speck on the flesh of this elephantine animal, and was bound to ride it on its mad course.”
“quiet now, except for a group of yanks softly singing John’s Brown Body. A beautiful song.” 😭😭😭😭
“let god forgive us for what we do with what we have, for what we do to the straggly woods and the wide fields.”
i think i like this one as much as if not more than the land breakers. i think this one will be sticking with me for a while. i’ve read nothing else like it.
“it is amazing how misery helps the mind to recall and the heart to care.”
“all my instincts are brighter, now that it is spring. even my sorry prospects appear better. the colors in the grass and sky are brighter, everything excites me: the trees, the budding of the bushes, even the roosters strutting about the roadside.”
“no point in asking what the theme of it is to be, for life works out its own themes.”
when the two army bands played Home, Sweet Home together 😭 and then everyone cheered at the end of the song 😭😭😭 shit got to me
“my men are cooking breakfast and complaining about the chills they feel and their muscle pains. how lucky they are to be alive. how fond tonight they will be of this morning’s health.”
“i felt as if i had lodged myself in a massive mound of fate, that i was a speck on the flesh of this elephantine animal, and was bound to ride it on its mad course.”
“quiet now, except for a group of yanks softly singing John’s Brown Body. A beautiful song.” 😭😭😭😭
“let god forgive us for what we do with what we have, for what we do to the straggly woods and the wide fields.”
i think i like this one as much as if not more than the land breakers. i think this one will be sticking with me for a while. i’ve read nothing else like it.