Is War And Peace Hard To Read Novels & Stories

“You’re relieved.” I didn’t respond at first. My gaze returned to the window, to the city, to everything I’d built with my own hands. “War’s easy,” I said. “Building something worth not destroying… that’s the hard part.” And for once, Hallerus might be trying to do the hard part.

Miss Patricia Tartt drones on. With a dagger to my throat, I can’t tell you what exactly she is trying to explain in Of Mice and Men. I don’t think anyone in the class can. No one is paying attention. And it’s not like I haven't read the book. I’d stayed up at night, I’d ditched a party just to finish the book and when I turned the last page, I couldn’t figure out a damn reason why anyone would consider the writing a masterpiece. I’ve read fashion magazines with more immersive prose.

Which meant the war had entered its most dangerous phase yet. Not hostile. Not explosive. Balanced. And balance Was infinitely harder to break.

and Sarah started to laugh. “This is not a book for a man, and no way for a king. You should read “The Art of War” from Sun Tzu, not “Pride and Prejudice”. Jane Austen would turn in the grave if she knew that you are one of her readers.” and she giggles without realizing. Hearing her , Patrick’s heart skipped a beat. “Love is not just for women. It’s for men too. Even for those prideful ,arrogant and self-righteous men.”

what if I die in this battle? Levi:your majesty I know the feeling I too experienced the same feeling for the first time when I went to war but sadly my fears came true when I saw my father and brother killed before my very eyes (cries a little looking down)I sometimes wish I had been killed instead of captured yet I know I continued living for a reason and it was to avenge my brother and father's death. So king quitanus (looks at him)I swear to do everything possible for you to stay alive and for you to see your family again.

I sighed a little to myself as the bathroom door closed behind him, taking a seat at one of the sofas much like he had before me. I picked up the book he had been reading, a well worn hardcover. It was War and Peace. I'd spent night reading it over and over. By now, I had nearly memorised it, along with a few other classics my nanny had slipped to me surreptitiously. I flipped to the first page of the book, gasping. It was a first edition! These were hard to come by, specially for someone like me. Eagerly, I flipped to the page he had bookmarked.

Peace was harder than war. War, at least, had rules. You fought, you bled, you killed. And when the smoke cleared, you either stood or you didn’t. Simple. Peace was messier. It was waking every day and choosing restraint. It was watching men stare too long, listening to the city whisper your name, and forcing yourself not to answer. It was knowing you could destroy them all in a heartbeat, but turning away anyway. It was harder than any battlefield I’d ever walked.

“You’re going to keep her out of it? After what she did last night? She’s not someone who accepts being excluded so easily.” Sasha crossed his arms, his sarcastic expression shining in his golden gaze. “Susan is strong. But this war is ours,” Dmitry retorted, dryly. “You’re too in love for your own good,” Alexei provoked, with a smile full of irony. “Shut up,” Dmitry turned abruptly, the movement making his coat ripple with authority. Sasha raised his cup, murmuring as if speaking to himself: “Love and war… always a terrible marriage.” “Right,” Alexei resumed focus. “Let’s deal with this. We still have laboratories to destroy and a bunch of elders to face.”

He sometimes cringed when he read the part about giving birth which was written in detail in the book. So,o with a pale face, he closed his book and moved on to another book. This time, this book discusses drugs that were not allowed to enter the body of a pregnant woman, and his head becomes even dizzier. After just half an hour of reading, he already felt his head was not strong enough to handle it anymore. He was actually confident about reading because he could read military books and war theory for hours on end. Only, these books in front of his brother-in-law were too hard for his brain.

The more I look through the book the more confused I become by the first few pages. The sharp contrast between the image of impending danger for the child to the full out war are like two sides of a coin. As I look over the images of the war I find myself going back and forth through the pages trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. What was the cause? Why did this war break out? I couldn’t help but find myself transfixed on the images of each page. The image while gruesome, we also hauntingly gorgeous and well done. But they needed some of the text to help answer some of my questions.