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.

Advertised as a science fiction-mystery-love story. That’s a quick way to explain the story’s essence; it barely scratches the surface.

Grisham can set an honest person on the run like no one else.

I will stick with Amor Towles through whatever else he gives us.

At least some semblance of normal life poked through this year, and that includes reading.

It’s deep and imaginative and scarily believable.

What a ride, what a series, what an epic story.

There’s hardly any use in putting the book down just to find yourself reaching for it again.

Frankenstein isn’t even the “wretched monster’s” name. It’s the doctor’s.

We’ve made it through the rough parts and emerged to a worthy reward.

There’s nothing like the easy escape of an approachable, accessible, ready-to-roll-out-the-gate thriller.

It’s a bit of a rollercoaster to read, equal parts frustrating and sad and enlightening, and by the end surprisingly hopeful and helpful.

It’s The Firm meets 'The Wire' with a poetic prose, and it’s a recommended read for anyone into court room dramas and slow-burn thrillers.

The end is in sight, and the signs are coming fast.

This is simplistic humanity to the core, told with no filter and no interest in fluff or for even one more word than necessary.

There are neither beginnings nor endings in the turning of the Wheel of Time. But New Spring is a beginning...before the beginning.

Another poignant read uncovering the chaos of the past. And one I just couldn’t put down.

An arranging of pieces before the final stretch takes off.

This has to be the highest dialogue-to-description ratio I’ve ever seen, and it works!

That sure made my heart race, in more ways then one.