Oh wow, that bought back memories. My aunt got that book when I was quite young (about 7 or 8), and she started reading me from it. At the time I was going through a phase when I was fascinated by Aztecs and the Conquistadors and I absolutely loved that book - I remember hearing the unpronounceable names of the gods (and trying to memorise them to impress my peers at school), the gory sacrifices, the battles and the mundane bits of everyday life. It's one of the books that I blame for starting a lifelong fascination with history. Many, many years later I found the book again in a charity bookshop; I bought it, read it from cover to cover and enjoyed it just as much; this time around however I was older and had a better understanding of the events described.

Thank you for the wonderful trip down memory lane.