
Memoirs of Hadrian

I don't know why this story makes me feel like crying. (I just finished it three minutes ago) I simply feel the need to think of Hadrian as a human being with flaws that was forwarded to a position where he was given too much credit for what he did. History doesn't remember him the way Marguerite Yourcenar does, because history is made up of cold and merciless data that you can't change.
Yourcenar, however, did something else. She talked about the man. And she did in such an amazing way that I haven't felt the woman's touch in the man's thoughts all throughout the book. I think that's amazing. If it's not, I don't know what is.
Beautiful book, read it!!