Last night I began re-reading The Robe by Lloyd C. Douglas, and I plan to work on it in snatches today. It’s the story of a Roman centurion, Marcus, and his personal slave, Demetrius. Marcus is stationed in Jerusalem when a confusing and rabble-rousing carpenter from Nazareth is condemned to be crucified. Unfortunately, Marcus is ordered to carry out the crucifixion, and he is the soldier who “wins” the robe of the condemned man in a game of dice.
This book was made into a movie, but I didn’t like the movie much. I like the book very much.
One line from the first page: “Lucia roused to a consciousness of the fret that she had taken to bed with her. It was still there, like a toothache.”
Isn’t that exactly how it feels to “take a fret to bed” with you? I awoke this morning with feelings that I took to bed last night.
I had no idea The Robe was a book before it was a movie. I’ve watched the movie and it’s sequel. I guess it’s good that I watched it first before knowing about the book because I’m sure I too would have been disappointed. The books are always better than the movies. Now I have another book to add to my Amazon.com wish list. Thanks for sharing this book review.