Topic: Suggest some books for me.
'Dirty' Harry !P5qp.A65v2 started this discussion 15 years ago #104
Currently I'm reading the Geordie Sharp series by Chris Ryan. I like exciting war thrillers like that.Pic unrelated.
totoforhire !!hWKWsQ1mC joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 3 minutes later[^] [v] #1,706
Sonee, Rosie no!!!!!!!!!!!!
totoforhire !!hWKWsQ1mC double-posted this 15 years ago, 30 seconds later, 4 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,709
I like Harry Turtledove for some interesting war dramas set in alternate realities.
'Dirty' Harry !P5qp.A65v2 (OP) replied with this 15 years ago, 2 minutes later, 6 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,713
totoforhire !!hWKWsQ1mC replied with this 15 years ago, 3 minutes later, 9 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,723
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 14 minutes later, 24 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,745
James Jones's WWII trilogy (From Here to Eternity, The Thin Red Line, and Whistle) is fantastic.
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We went into a village where violets had just broken out.
Snipers were exchanging samphire,
and there were scenes of carnation everywhere.
I saw someone running with a bunch of live geraniums.
Suddenly there was a burst of chrysanthemum,
and honeysuckle crackled along the hedgerows.
Children were covered in crocus and bluebells;
there were old men waving ancient ivy.
Those unable to arm themselves with daffodils
made do with tulips, cyclamen, anything they could lay their hands on.
Then we heard that a buttercup had landed on the hospital.
We rushed to the scene: patients were emerging, dahlia and lilac,
some with periwinkle or lesser celandine.
It was jasmine. All I could think was “Is there no myrtle?
When will common hawthorn prevail?â€
But there was nothing we could do but willow and broom.
By the end of the day there were hundreds lying on makeshift beds of roses.
And afterwards the generals awarded themselves petals.
Snipers were exchanging samphire,
and there were scenes of carnation everywhere.
I saw someone running with a bunch of live geraniums.
Suddenly there was a burst of chrysanthemum,
and honeysuckle crackled along the hedgerows.
Children were covered in crocus and bluebells;
there were old men waving ancient ivy.
Those unable to arm themselves with daffodils
made do with tulips, cyclamen, anything they could lay their hands on.
Then we heard that a buttercup had landed on the hospital.
We rushed to the scene: patients were emerging, dahlia and lilac,
some with periwinkle or lesser celandine.
It was jasmine. All I could think was “Is there no myrtle?
When will common hawthorn prevail?â€
But there was nothing we could do but willow and broom.
By the end of the day there were hundreds lying on makeshift beds of roses.
And afterwards the generals awarded themselves petals.
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 15 years ago, 29 minutes later, 53 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #1,818
I always tell people to read the gargoyle by andrew davidson. It is simply wonderful.