"There is adventure in simply being among those we love, and among the things we love -- and beauty, too."-Lloyd Alexander
It would be in technicality, a re-read.
The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevksy
Claudette wrote:It would be in technicality, a re-read.
The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevksy
Oh My, my, Didn't make my way too far through that. My reading level isn't up enough (How sad?) to read that by Dear Fyodor.
I'm nearly done with Camille by Alexandre Dumas Fils. And afterwards I'm not sure what I'll read...
"There is adventure in simply being among those we love, and among the things we love -- and beauty, too."-Lloyd Alexander
Well, to put it plainly, it is teh AWESOMENESS. I mean come on, who doesn't like an old-fashioned, snarky man who can take on a vampiress, a sex-crazed apparition, a few creepy-mud demons, a 50ft tall scorpion, and manage to make three women cry all in the span of one day.
Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.
It in Sharpe is under the command of a Colonel Moon, and what happens is hilarious but makes you want someone to strangle Moon's neck in the process. They are sent to blow up a bridge, and it doesn't turn out so well. Moon breaks his leg. He then proceeds to badger and yell at Sharpe and the men, the entire way across Spain as they are dragging him on a cot. Most of the men, or the men, not of Sharpe's Rifles are of an Irish Regiment, they only speak Gaelic. Moon keeps yelling at Sharpe, "Why won't they speak English? Make them speak English!" while Sharpe is trying to explain that they know a word of it, that Gaelic is their native language. Then, when they finally are in the shelter of safety, Moon writes up his report, blaming everything on Sharpe. The bridge was blown wrong, this was done wrong, that was done wrong, and Sharpe is wrong... yadda yadda yadda. Bare in mind, that Sharpe at the beginning of his adventures saved the fucking Duke of Wellington from a small horde of French. So, Moon writes this report, and gives in to the officer in charge of the camp. This officer finds this all very funny, and plays a prank of the Colonol Moon, with Sharpe in the room. "Now, Capt. Sharpe, when you were saving the Duke of Wellington, how many men did you kill, singlehandedly? Six." Then then saying something about Moon better revise his report before the Duke of Wellington, his superior gets ahold of it. It would have served Moon right getting stuck with the worst asignment in the army for pissing of the Duke of Wellington but blaming everything on his poster child. I also love the friendship between Harper and Sharpe. Like in this when Harper keeps talking about his girl, and Sharpe keeps telling him to marry her. Silly Richard, like you are the perfect one to talk. How divorcees is it now?
God, I glee over this stuff. I hope they make a episode or two of this book.
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