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But I just finish reading The Historian, and I am here to tell all of you to read it. NOW. It's wonderful, and it feels like even more of a find because I would never have bothered picking it up if I hadn't asked a friend about it during an interminably long wait in Nha Trang station in Vietnam.
Apparently, it's been called a Da Vinci Code knockoff, which strikes me as ironic because The Historian has tremendous merit whereas the former book should only be used as a primer on how to commit the literary equivalent of domestic violence upon the English language in particular and good storytelling in general.
Anyway. Historian is a fabulous, fabulous book, and I am gushing about it now so that I can stop jumping up and down and go to sleep, and so that I can get the squee out of my head and write something intelligent about it on Sunday.
That will be all.
Apparently, it's been called a Da Vinci Code knockoff, which strikes me as ironic because The Historian has tremendous merit whereas the former book should only be used as a primer on how to commit the literary equivalent of domestic violence upon the English language in particular and good storytelling in general.
Anyway. Historian is a fabulous, fabulous book, and I am gushing about it now so that I can stop jumping up and down and go to sleep, and so that I can get the squee out of my head and write something intelligent about it on Sunday.
That will be all.