Finishing McCullough's John Adams. The theme of tyranny or freedom runs throughout the book (I particularly like Abigail Adams' sharp literary tongue), and I started thinking about all the attention paid to the topic recently. Interest in Roman history has been on the upswing, as well as other books on the American Revolution. Sometimes you get the feeling you aren't alone in your horror, and then you realize that, despite books like these, there are hardly enough people left in this country who consciously think and/or care about such trivialities as "tyranny" and "freedom" to fill one prison in a gulag, and the horror only intensifies.
For a pop biography of an important historical figure the book is pretty good, but I never trust any biography that doesn't find faults, and this one doesn't.