The epic story of Sherman’s assault on Atlanta described intimately here.
I always try to read a nonfiction account of each place I’m visiting. I believe it helps me understand a place better than just by superficially browsing a travel guide. It was surreal to read this while in Atlanta, and even at one point, reading about a march on Howell Mill road, while I was walking on Howell Mill Road reading the book on my iPOD!
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”
“Here are my rules: what can be done with one substance must never be done with another. No two materials are alike. No two sites on earth are alike. No two buildings have the same purpose. The purpose, the site, the material determine the shape. Nothing can be reasonable or beautiful unless its made by one central idea, and the idea sets every detail. A building is alive, like a man.” Part 1, Chapter 1, pg. 24 THE FOUNTAINHEAD by AYN RAND