I am reading a book called "The Lost City" by Henry Shukman. Published 2007.
I am not writing a review. I am not making a judgement, as books are a highly personal thing what one likes to read. The books I adore you might think, are utterly boring or just not your cup of tea!
I like this book and I am only quoting: Gripping, vivid and hauntingly beautiful.
It starts with a poem by Robert Frost
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden came to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.