That said, better late than never, and I'm glad I finally got around to reading this one. As half-remembered and expected from that campaign, I'm much fonder of Haphaesteon than I am of Alexander himself. As was not expected, Renault's story made me a little, tiny bit more sympathetic towards Philip. A truly horrible father, I know. But face it - how easy would your life be if Alexander the Great was your teenage child? And Olympias? I confess a weakness for women with vengeful, dark and deadly streaks in them, but Olympias? Not a prize.
Anyhow, Book 2, accomplished. I see that I was right in holding myself down to only 52 books for this challenge - my copious free time yielding less reading time lately. *sad* But now, off to Book 3!