This is the heartbreaking real-life story of Pat Conroy as a member of the basketball team at The Citadel. It's the true tale of "The Lords of Discipline," but reality is harsher than fiction. Thank God Mr. Conroy grew to loves books as he has and was given the ability to write words that make us laugh hysterically and cry uncontrollably. That's why he's my favorite.
His recounting, especially, of his meeting with basketball teammate Al Kroboth would make even the harshest critic shed a tear.
This has become one of my top five all-time favorites. Pat Conroy is an artist when it comes to dialogue. I didn't want it to end. The bonus is that the story took place in two of our favorite places, Italy and the islands off South Carolina.
This is a great little book, full of wonderful quotes - however, the sound is very poor and I find myself constantly playing with the volume in order to hear it. Very bad sound quality. I suggest reading the book instead.
Yes, this is not a typical Grisham book, but it's about time someone addressed the abuses of our judicial system. This was a travesty of justice, and it's not isolated. Mr. Grisham sent us a wake-up call about the fact that we all must hold our judicial system accountable when it is responsible for ruining lives. District Attorneys should be heavily prosecuted for maneuvering innocent people into plea-bargaining in order to save the "win" in court. It's disgraceful how this system is abused so often! Our system of justice is the best in the world, no doubt; but when there are people manipulating it to their own advantage, it turns ugly. That was the case with this young man, and unfortunately, with many others as well.
I thought this was his best until I started reading Step On a Crack. Now I'm not sure which is his best. He just keeps getting better and better. I love the fact that most of his books are written where I grew up, Long Island and New York City. I can see all the places clearly as he describes them, and his dialogue is almost as good as Pat Conroy's.
Loved it! It moved right along with no bumps in the road. It flowed perfectly and not once was my attention diverted.
What a waste of time! I'd like to count how many times the word, "gourd" was used in this book! Seriously - gourds? The last few pages were laughable as the dying woman gave each of her college buddies a little gourd and then left them with instructions for the disbursement of her ashes in her "special" gourd, which each of them caressed as though it were a newborn baby.
I thought I was reading the redneck version of Sinclair Lewis' "Main Street," except for the fact that this wasn't a satire.
I couldn't believe James Patterson could be so trite. The dialogue in this book was about as cheesy as a cheddar omelette - WITH SYRUP.
Too cutesy for me. Give me back "Judge and Jury" or "Cross" or "Mary Mary." Save me from another trip to Candyland!
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