Saramago is Portugal’s patron saint of Literature, and now I know why.

In the little understanding I have of Yann Martel, he seems to like bringing animals and humans together.

I think I stumbled upon not just an account of every Catholic pope and their papacy, but an entire history of Europe.

The fact we can see a semblance of ourselves in a civilization over two thousand years removed is incredible.

This has to be one of (if not the) definitive book about ancient Rome. If you only have time for one, it should be this one.