Muli Ben-Yehuda's journal

While walking the streets of Rome a month ago, I couldn’t stop thinking of Bernard Cornwell‘s Arthur series of books. For some reason, experiencing the Roman Colosseum first hand and listening to the (excellent) tour guide tell gory tales of games and slaughter, brought the Arthur books – which I’ve read and re-read, but not in recent years – vividly back to mind.

Now that we’re back home and I’ve finished re-reading all three books, I still don’t know why Rome reminded me of them. Which is not to say I didn’t stay up until the wee hours of the morning devouring them.