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I’m now on book #5 of the Wine Country series. Love ’em. But I took a little break to read Killing Lincoln.
It really does read like fiction. I stayed up until 2am to finish it. Why yes, I did announce in sixth grade that I was devoting my life to history, so I am rather familiar with the plot/facts, but it was still hard to put down.
As with the setting for the Wine Country cozies, I know the area well. DC is my college town. Given gridlock and all the cars on the paved roads these days, I suspect even my notions of travel time were accurate enough, despite the more rustic roads traveled by horseback and/or carriage.
For some reason, despite knowing this was non-fiction, I was expecting more conspiracy theory stuff. The authors did touch on all of that and mentioned the never implicated but gee isn’t that a coincidence connections more than once, so if you’re not well-versed in the first US presidential assassination, you might find this really insightful.
Again, despite knowing the story well, I found this hard to put down. I did get a better feel for Lincoln the man – he hated being called Abe, for instance – and it’s clear that balancing marriage, family and running a nation had worn him down. I have to wonder though, if he had lived, would he have been able to heal the nation as he so desperately wanted to do?
Now I want to know more about the man who followed him, Andrew Johnson. Reconstruction and healing definitely aren’t the same thing…