"We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light." - Plato
Those words are her favorite excerpts from her latest reading.
Years of experience with historical fiction of many kind has taught her not to set her expectations high. Therefore when she laid her eyes upon Michelle Moran's "Cleopatra's Daughter", she was completely unarmed.
Her thoughts lingered a few seconds longer on descriptions at the back, and through the curious lines she steered the first few pages with genuine interest. Imperial Rome has never ceased to amaze her. This particular story brought along with it a number of familiar names from previous reading - Julius Caesar, Queen Cleopatra, Marc Antony.. and the list goes on and on.
Throughout the stories of these lives she read, she couldn't help but to notice how much two millennia hasn't changed as much as it is ought to be. In a bird's eye view, Mankind are still dealing with issues their core is conflicting with, particularly in certain perceptions towards Love, The Divine, human sufferings, Justice, etc. though in altogether different settings. It Is somewhat interesting to be able to claim that one is able to 'connect' to the people in the story.
On a side note, during her frequent break away from the book; she found it amusing to see some of her acquaintances checking in via Facebook in a few places around Rome for their holiday, while she's on her bed, completely immersed reading them off from a book.
Is there much of a difference anyway?
If there is, she wondered which one is more fortunate than the other.
However, as she traced niche after niche of fine frescoes lining the walls of Agrippa's Pantheon through the meticulous eyes of Kleopatra Selene... she figured it didn't matter either way.
Or did it?
...well, at least next Spring when she eventually pays Rome a visit, she'll greet her like an old friend.
Ps. Special Thanks to Aina Shamira for the random book out of her random shelf.
Years of experience with historical fiction of many kind has taught her not to set her expectations high. Therefore when she laid her eyes upon Michelle Moran's "Cleopatra's Daughter", she was completely unarmed.
Her thoughts lingered a few seconds longer on descriptions at the back, and through the curious lines she steered the first few pages with genuine interest. Imperial Rome has never ceased to amaze her. This particular story brought along with it a number of familiar names from previous reading - Julius Caesar, Queen Cleopatra, Marc Antony.. and the list goes on and on.
Throughout the stories of these lives she read, she couldn't help but to notice how much two millennia hasn't changed as much as it is ought to be. In a bird's eye view, Mankind are still dealing with issues their core is conflicting with, particularly in certain perceptions towards Love, The Divine, human sufferings, Justice, etc. though in altogether different settings. It Is somewhat interesting to be able to claim that one is able to 'connect' to the people in the story.
On a side note, during her frequent break away from the book; she found it amusing to see some of her acquaintances checking in via Facebook in a few places around Rome for their holiday, while she's on her bed, completely immersed reading them off from a book.
Is there much of a difference anyway?
If there is, she wondered which one is more fortunate than the other.
However, as she traced niche after niche of fine frescoes lining the walls of Agrippa's Pantheon through the meticulous eyes of Kleopatra Selene... she figured it didn't matter either way.
Or did it?
...well, at least next Spring when she eventually pays Rome a visit, she'll greet her like an old friend.
Ps. Special Thanks to Aina Shamira for the random book out of her random shelf.
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