I wonder how many people read this and Lavinia together? I got them together in a book-shedding from a friend. Jo Graham is one of the most vibrant writers of landscape I have ever read. Her Egypt, her Byblos, her Mediterranean live in my mind now, deliciously, beautifully and so, so distant. I feel as if I've been on the journey with Aeneas, too. This remarkable skill as place is matched with a lack of skill at emotion, but not one so great that it marred the book. I guess I wanted passion for people to match the passion for place. I enjoyed it, though after some great storytelling it rushed to the end, packing decades in to a few pages all of a sudden.