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I, Cleopatra
I loved this book so much when I discovered it as an eighth-grader. I read my copy till it came apart in my hands. I happened across it again at a yard sale, so of course I picked it up. I'm so sorry I did. Overwrought, purple prose (lots of fiery manhood thrusting into queenly flesh like a flaming, passionate sword), though beneath all the romance is some interesting history. I can't recommend this, and I have a hard time believing I was once someone who could read and re-read this tripe.
