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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

This is clearly the epic of epics. Even during the rough parts, the dense and the unnecessary, it’s impossible not to see it.

This guy’s got the mystery chops promised on the back cover.

How do I feel at the halfway point? As expected, not every book is a winner, but the overall tale is.

It’s fun in the same way the dangerous thrill of some youthfully rebellious act is laughable and melodramatic in retrospect.

The finale is a major turning point in the series.

In a book showcasing internet-sleuthing at its best, a woman lays out the case to track down one hell of a predator.

When quarantined from a global pandemic, you read books about threats to humanity.

Things continue to move forward for the crew, sometimes a little too conveniently maybe, but still an awesome read.

This one has pushed me to unravel its message more than most.