O'Neill, Patricia (2009). "Destination as Destiny". Frontiers: A Journal of Women Studies. 30: 52–53 – via Project MUSE. A really fun travel book; that is, fun to read while travelling, even if one is not sailing up the Nile. I find it harder to complain about modern travel, for one thing.

One of Amelia’s first excursions, and her last on returning to Cairo, was to the Giza Plateau, to see the Pyramids and the Sphinx. Her first impression was of awe and wonder, and on the return visit, she climbed the Great Pyramid, atop which she marvelled at the theories that abounded about them even then.“Recognising how clearly the place is a great cemetery, once marvels at the ingenious theories which turn the pyramids into astronomical observatories, and abstruse standards of measurement. They are the grandest graves in all the world – and they are nothing more.” The author was a bit different for her time, so her take on traveling in Egypt is fascinating. At times she is forward-thinking and other times buys into the thinking of her class at the time. I laughed out loud at a passage where she embraces the then-recent deciphering of hieroglyphics. She compares people who still think they can't be translated to people who think the earth is flat. Go with science is her thought. Brilliant. Would love to know what she would make of modern-day flat-earthers. Much harder to get past was her whole assertion that the British take things for their museums for study and preservation, that the French take things for their museums only for glory, and Arabs just steal things for profit. There's an idea that hasn't aged well.Edwards spent a great deal of time dealing with the mail, publications, and promotion of the Fund, to the point of depleting her own funds, and ruining her health. Though she was easily as educated as the men she was helping craft the careers of, she received little respect. So, she hatched a new plan for the final phase of her life. The inner walls of this great courtyard, and the outer face of the north-east wall, are covered with sculptures outlined, so to say, in intaglio, and relieved in the hollow, so that the forms, though rounded, remain level with the general surface. In these tableaux the old world lives again. Rameses III, his sons and nobles, his armies, his foes, play once more the brief drama of life and death. Great battles are fought; great victories are won; the slain are counted; the captured drag their chains behind the victor's chariot; the king triumphs, is

Rees, Joan (1998). Amelia Edwards: Traveller, Novelist and Egyptologist. London: Rubicon Press. pp.19 and 66. ISBN 0-948695-61-7.

Finally, a chance to meet the real Amelia B Edwards. A must buy – for the introduction and cover alone!” walls some interesting sculptures of cups and vases, apparently part of an illustrated inventory of domestic utensils. Three of these (unlike any engraved in the works of Wilkinson or Rosellini) are here reproduced from his sketch made upon the spot. The lid of the smaller vase, it will be observed, opens by The book has two great strengths. The first is that it describes, often in detail, the archaeological remains as they were in 1873-74; many have been subsequently damaged, destroyed, or relocated (e.g. Philae and Abu Simbel in 1968 because of the Aswan Dam). While written descriptions can become tedious, most of Edwards' are quite vivid. Even when she fails (on the hall of Seti I at Karnak), she is eloquent: I am almost ashamed to remember now that we took our luncheon in the shade of that solemn vestibule, and rested and made merry, before going down into the great gloomy sepulchre whose staircases and corridors plunged away into the darkness below, as if they led straight to the land of Amenti.