I’m pretty behind w/ my book reviews folks, and sort of wondering if I’ll continue to review the books I read quite as regularly. Time is sadly a commodity that’s becoming increasingly difficult to find, and I’ve got to make some hard choices here with where my investments are spent.
That being said, here’s my thoughts on one I finished last month, Graham Hancock’s Fingerprints of the Gods:
What I enjoyed most about this book was that it’s focus wasn’t on convincing you of Hancock’s theories but rather encouraging people to ask questions. To consider new ideas. To expand our thoughts and beliefs of what we think we might know. Some of his findings and conclusions were admittedly far-reaching, but that’s not the point of the book.
Are there mysteries in our past that we still, in our age, are unable to solve or answer or even begin to understand? Absolutely. And Hancock’s conversationally-toned exploration is a great place to discover some of those provocations. It’s the mysteries of life, the unanswered questions, that keep a sense of magic moving through this world, opening our eyes to look beyond ourselves. The most powerful question anyone has ever asked is: What if?