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lexieb 's review for:
The Killer Angels
by Michael Shaara
This book killed me, and I can't even appreciate it as one might normally appreciate a book that tugs your heartstrings, that strikes some cord deep inside you, that has pages wet with your tears. Because it's real. Because I can applaud Michael Shaara for writing beautifully, for writing these characters in such a heartbreakingly realistic manner, but in the end, these aren't his characters, his creations: these are people. Real people, real people who died. And that's what kills me.
Perhaps even more than the deaths, what tore at my heart was the legacy of star-crossed friends. Not tragic, star-crossed lovers. Friends, closer than anything, separated irrevocably by a war they never wanted. Friends, friends who grew up together, friends who fought together, friends who loved each other, forced to face one another in battle. Men forced to kill the soldiers they once swore to protect. Oaths broken and friendships lost by one painful, bloody war.
This book had me praying that both sides had won, as wrong and logically impossible as that may be.
Perhaps even more than the deaths, what tore at my heart was the legacy of star-crossed friends. Not tragic, star-crossed lovers. Friends, closer than anything, separated irrevocably by a war they never wanted. Friends, friends who grew up together, friends who fought together, friends who loved each other, forced to face one another in battle. Men forced to kill the soldiers they once swore to protect. Oaths broken and friendships lost by one painful, bloody war.
This book had me praying that both sides had won, as wrong and logically impossible as that may be.