Man, oh Man! They don't write letters like that any more! It was very touching to read the personal love letters of famous men throughout history. Seeing these intimate sides gave me a more, well-rounded view of their characters. It was weird to see them as just normal people with the same feelings of mortals, I guess. Bonaparte could terrorize Europe but at the same time was begging his wife to show him some affection. He wrote: I do not love thee any more; on the contrary, I detest thee. Thou art horrid, very awkward, very stupid, a very Cinderella. Thou dost not write me at all, thou dost not love thy husband; thou knowest the pleasure that thy letters afford him, and thou dost not write him six lines of even haphazard scribble...In truth, I am anxious, my good amie, at not receiving your news; write me quickly four pages, and say those amiable things which fill my heart with sentiment and pleasure. I hope before long to press you in my arms and shall shower you a million burning kisses as under the Equator. I loved the letter from Nathaniel Hawthorne who wrote to his wife because he was upset by a dream where she left him for another man and wrote: I only know that my heart suddenly broke loose, and I began to expostulate with thee in an infinite agony, in the midst of which I awoke. But the sense of unspeakable injury and outrage hung about me for a long time, and even yet it has not quite departed. I can identify with that.I loved the book and recommend it highly.