I found that through the entire book, there is one common theme: the libraries mentioned were all destroyed or dispersed because of political gain one way or another. It brings up the point of where do we stop when on the subject of lost antiquity? Is the culture of the world, the legacy that the people who existed before us left, too insignificant to care about when trying to achieve something? I feel like this is why there needs to be more anthropologists in the world. Anthropologists look at things differently than other people. They reflect and look at things from all sides, rather than just one: theirs.
Reading this book really infuriated me because of the careless disregard for heritage, and at some points I needed to set it down and just stare at a wall while I contemplated what I just read -- though not in the same way I do a book whose language is just heavenly. At some points I was almost reduced to tears because all that knowledge was just gone. It made me want to throw the book against a wall, though it wasn't the book's fault that the horrible things that happened to those libraries happened.
This has become more of a rant than I had wanted it to, so I will just stop it here because I could go on to probably exceed the character limit for reviews. I do recommend this, though, even though it is incredibly maddening. It was very well researched and the writing isn't written in a way that it gets dry quickly. It's intriguing and informative, so I think everyone who loves books should read it.