There must be some mistake. This book was sent to me to review, but a more appropriate addressee would be my eleven-year old son. But, no importa, my son says the book is “neat,” and I have had a chance to look over a young peoples’ history of a subject very close to my heart. Wisdom tells me to end the review here because I am not qualified to comment upon children’s literature, whereas as a historian I might say some unkind things about an author who, from the description on the book jacket, is apparently pleasant, sincere, and honest. I am compelled, however, to comment that the book is heavily indebted to Gerstle Mack’s The Land Divided for more than its title and that there are loud echoes of Miles P. Du Val (Cadiz to Cathay, And The Mountains Will Move), Tracy Robinson (Fifty Years at Panama), and Andre Siegfried (Suez and Panama), among others. Aside from its reliance upon secondary sources (all of which are at least twenty years old), there are some serious inaccuracies, for example, the description of William Nelson Cromwell as an employee of Philippe Bunau-Varilla. I wonder, really, if we should not raise our standards and insist that even (or especially) young peoples’ histories cite sources properly and introduce their readers to the wonderful world of documentation.