Historical Fiction About The Civil War Novels & Stories

“Again, it could be something invented by men to make women think what the men were doing to them was all right, that they were meant to enjoy it.” Undeterred, Mist said, “It talks about how life was like back then, and while it’s true men were the leaders, women were important, too. They had roles they played. This was written about a time called the Civil War, though Sunny figured out it was actually written a couple of hundred years after the war ended. During the Civil War, women helped the men that were fighting. Some of them ran their plantations and farms. Others even fought in the war, disguised as men. And, during the time that this book was written, the author says she’s a business

With a lot of time left, our group decided to head back to the hotel earlier and have extra free time. Everyone disappears the moment we arrive at the hotel and finally, Ms. Wilson and the tour guide leave us. With spare time on my hands, I ran upstairs to grab my book and run back down to sit on the couch. The thought of being able to snuggle up into my book warms my stomach as I wait for Leah to get back. My thoughts get lost into the book, and slowly, I take no notice of what's going on behind me. I've fallen deep into the world of the South during the Civil War. There was too much going on in the book that I found myself vigorously flipping through the pages.

Pre-AP History is definitely my easiest class—unlike pre-AP Algebra, which makes me want to make a hole in my other eye with my pencil. So, while Mr. Nelson was talking about three obvious reasons that led to the American Civil War, I decided to try a little experiment. Since I was sitting in class, it was a little risky. There was a chance something might happen, but I was willing to take my chances.

By the time John got to the Macabe house he had planned Vince and Vivian's marriage and the subsequent coup of Macabe land and freeing of the slaves. On this crisp early autumn afternoon, Perry was having whiskey on the front porch, looking out over his rolling fields that had been white with cotton just mere weeks before. There had been so much of it that the ginning process was still ongoing down by the slave quarters that were conspicuously built away from and out of sight of the big fine Victorian mansion. Perry saw John moving up the drive and stood by one of the white pillars to greet his guest. A young boy came forward to take Mister Hart's horse, and as usual, he tipped the young man

Sitting at her desk Tuesday evening, Leesa flipped the cover of her history book closed. For the last half hour she had been studying the causes of the Civil War, but she didn’t think she was going to retain much of what she read. Every time she came across Abraham Lincoln’s name, her mind wandered to the popular book and movie about Lincoln being a vampire hunter. With all she had learned since arriving at Weston, she wondered if it could possibly have been true. She doubted that Lincoln had actually been a vampire hunter, of course, but she had once doubted her mom’s story about the one-fanged vampire, and look how that turned out.

Too bad because I'd have worn one. He has two books on his nightstand. One is a business book that I'll admit sounds thoroughly boring. The other is Lincoln and His Admirals by Craig Symonds. I've read several Lincoln biographies and other books about the Civil War but not this one. I pick up the hardcover and hate the fact that my Nook reader is back in my apartment. I'd love nothing more than a good murder thriller right now.

“Slavery ended by now. The Civil war ended in eighteen sixty five, slavery was abolished.” “What Civil war? What are you talking about? We’ve had slavery for hundreds of years, and still do.” Bohdan now knew that not only did he come back in time, he had entered a new universe where events were different. In this universe, the civil war never happened, and slavery still existed.

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

Eve hid her disgust. "That was the year after the Civil War ended. You know ... when the South tried to break off from the US? You don't know about any of that?" "I ... no ... not really, Officer Bousquet. I wasn't that interested ... you know ... in history." Eve decided not to pursue the topic. If Trish didn't even know about the Civil War, being from Baton Rouge of all places, she was hopeless. "It doesn't matter. Anyway ... I know perfectly well who you are."

he asked. “Why?” she asked, sitting back in her chair confused. “Because I really don’t want to hear your thoughts on how President Kennedy handled the bombing of Pearl Harbor or how King Arthur should have gotten rid of the Stamp Act.” Cadence’s mouth dropped open. “I am offended, sir,” she replied. “I know a lot about history. Just because I didn’t live it doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about it.” “During the Civil War, who was the president…” Christian began.