I love reading books about history, mainly about the United States. I devoured James Swanson’s Manhunt (2006) about John Wilkes Booth on the lam. I also twice have read Erik Larson’s amazing book, The Devil in the White City (2003), about the 1893 World’s Fair in Chicago. (There maybe a movie too).
But to find great books on history, I have to wander into that middle-aged man section of the book store: US/Military/World History. Without fail, there is at least one gentleman on the farther end of fifty with his nose deep into a Herman Wouk tome.
I enjoy adding some gender/age diversity to this no-woman zone, but, just once, I want to run into Doris Kearns Goodwin. I want her to autograph my Candace Bushnell novels. It would be a fitting way to bring my worlds together.