Wow! This book. I could use a thesaurus full of accolades and still run out of words, trying to describe the book and why it spoke to me so strongly.
I love history. Granted, I’m more partial to some events than others, but always willing to at least investigate one about which I’d had previous little knowledge. Take, for instance, the Johnstown Flood of 1889. It’s termed a ‘flood’ and in a way it was, but yet it really wasn’t. There was a hunting and fishing club up on the mountain, and so a damn was built to contrive a lake where there had never been one. A dam was built with a causeway on the top of it, to enable the carriages of the ‘rich and famous’ of that era to travel in comfort from the Johnstown train station in the valley, to the club up there in the clouds. When the causeway proved to be too narrow for some of the bigger carriages (progress, you know!) the surface of the dam was lowered a bit.