Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader
*Find any sentence, (or few, just don't spoil it) that grabs you.
*Post it.
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In many respects, the war brought Martin things both good and bad. He found a deep love and respect for his comrades over the years.They learned to follow and look up at him. He would ease their pain at night in the wet jungle, describing works of art from across the globe and reciting poems from memory. Moe Carter would send books to Martin, and Martin would carry them around like a literary crutch. One good phrase from a story by D.H. Lawrence or Tolstoy or maybe a poem by E.E. Cummings--it didn't matter; it was enough to bring a ray of light into those dark nights. It still is.
The war also brought Martin much pain.
this 56 is a testament to the the power of literature and how words can make a significant impact and difference even in times of armed conflicts.
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing Freda!
Martin sounds like an interesting character. I think I'd like this book.
ReplyDeleteGreat snippet! I love that cover, too....
ReplyDeleteVery sad!
ReplyDeleteReally good 56 - It is very easy to identify with Martin and his experiences.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful snippet, great choice. Happy weekend, Freda!
ReplyDeleteWar is such a tragic thing. Good thing he found solace with literature shared with his comrades.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds quite deep. I hope you are enjoying it.
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