Ivanhoe by Walter Scott is an intriguing mix of romance, historical fiction, adventure, and legend.
Per usual, the bard writes with style, and beauty drips from pen to paper.
Not Shakespeare’s best effort, but it does nicely dramatize ancient history.
This book made me want to relax at Bag End with Bilbo or sing with the dwarves. The writing was charming, witty, and fun.
This book wasn’t a “history” at all, but an interesting look at the origin myth underlying the English identity.
These people instilled hardiness and hope in all who came after, giving England the strength to endure and survive all that it has.
I visited many countries. I lived thousands of years of history. I walked with peasants and kings, saints and tyrants.
Japan’s an interesting place with an interesting people who have taken and incorporated the best of Western society into their country.
This book catches a glimpse of Japanese court life in the 11th century that we’d never see otherwise, a look at the morals and values of a culture so far removed from Western thought.
While there are undeniably elements about the otherworldly in this book, it’s based in nothing more or less magical than the human soul.
What I’ve really seen is that a country who doesn’t learn from her mistakes is bound to repeat them, and Russia seems to be on the verge of repeating them.
This book is one of those that needs to be read because the suffering of the people needs to be remembered. And although it ends sadly, there’s too much triumph of the soul for it to be sad.