This week I finished the final book in a brilliant trilogy about a phenomenal president, American, and human being. This trilogy made me wish I could forget it all so I could go back and re-read it to experience the same excitement again.
Roosevelt was larger than life, and his reputation still persists to this day.
I’ve not felt this before, but while nearing the end of the third book I found myself dreading the inevitable section on Roosevelt’s death. I knew it was coming, but wished it wouldn’t arrive. I actually felt grief. This was excellent writing about a remarkable man.