A Thousand Shall Fall by Andrea Boeshaar


Carrie Ann's sister, Sarah Jane, has gone missing. Carrie Ann leaves her Confederate home to search for her. This search leads Carrie Ann into Yankee territory where her true feelings about the Civil war will become tested during 1864. In the front of the novel there is a list of "helpful resources"  and many other extra facts about the Christian novel.

I had a hard time choosing A Thousand Shall Fall by Andrea Boeshaar. This is because I'm a Yankee at heart. Knowing a bit about the Civil war I did not want the novel to take me too far behind the Confederate lines. This journey I didn't want to experience became easier because of the heroine. Carrie Ann, loves her fellowman. It doesn't matter whether they are Yankee or Confederate. Therefore, Carrie Ann nurses and shows concern for both her enemy and her ally. "She'd tended to wounded Yankees as well as captured Confederates. The color of their uniforms and their skin didn't matter to her."

In the novel, there is Ruth and Tabitha. Ruth is related to the Yankee, Peyton, who rescues Carrie Ann. Ruth is a white woman. Tabitha is a free colored woman. They are best friends. Their relationship is very complex because of the times in which they live. This does not mean it is not a good relationship for both women. It's just one that the people around them don't understand.

Another debacle I had with A Thousand Shall Fall by Andrea Boeshaar is the overdone, to me, idea written about in novels where women dress as men to carry out certain plans.It's a cute idea, but an overdone one in my eyes.

In the end, I am left to remember the prayer prayed by Ruth. I pray this prayer for the people I love and our nation. The words are from a longer prayer written by Andrea Boeshaar.  "We bathe our loved ones in the same promise that You gave King David so long ago. A thousand shall fall at their sides and ten thousand at their right hands...Command Your angels all around them."
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