It’s a story about South Carolina Military Institute * aka The Citadel, in Charleston, in the fall of 1966. And you’re sad and lonely when the book ends, because you miss all of them. I think the main reason why so many people relate is because it seems like you alone are experiencing all the things that are written inside. To add even more spice to this essay: it's a goddamn military book! BUT, luckily I've read enough reviews to know that I'm not alone in this. Conroy makes his story true and maybe this is over the top statement, but most of the time I feel like I am inside, like I’m in the book, feeling a bit embarrassed because I'm watching what is happening with his characters. To give myself a little break from exhaustion.īut when I start writing what I love about The Lords of Discipline, I am not able to stop. On the other hand, he is so intense and if I were reading only his books and books of this caliber (which is again, impossible to find), I would only read four books per year. The major problem is - I always fall in love with his characters. And I never do find them, I never managed. I even get angry because I know it will take a long and thorough research to find book(s), author(s) that could replace this Pat Conroy feeling. I get spoiled and I find myself measuring almost everything I’ve read so far. Every time when I finish reading ''him'' I have this properly deep ache. Every time I have the same problem with Conroy. I'm a bit scared that I won't be able to describe how much I love this book and that I’ll screw up this review. Their friendship and ultimately their brotherhood is sealed through helping each other survive 'the system.'Ī coming-of-age story wrapped in a mystery with a dash of love and more twists than a 1960s sock hop.

We follow our rag-tag group of cadets as they navigate the intricacies of the Institute.

A cigar-smoking hard ass that you can't help but love. He is military through and through and loves his friends with all his heart.

Mark Santoro, a yankee who can't quite figure out these southern boys.

A Big, dumb, poor Italian that would do anything for his best friends. The honey prince himself descended from Carolina royalty no doubt, defender of class and president of the anti-tacky league, none other than Tradd St Croix. He couldn't care any less about military rules and regulations. At school on a basketball scholarship and a promise. The ever-sarcastic but wise leader of our group. A friendship forged in the fires of the fabled plebe system of the Carolina Military Institute. Set in the beautiful state of South Carolina, we find ourselves thrust into an unlikely foursome. This was my second Pat Conroy book, and I was not disappointed.

The lords of discipline by pat conroy