Teaser Tuesday: The Disappearing Spoon

The gnomes are hard at work crafting brilliant articles and staging stunning photographs.

However, once again the wheel of time has turned to

Teaser TuesdayJust in case you don’t know, Teaser Tuesday is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by A Daily Rhythm. Anyone can play along! All you have to do is grab the book you’re currently reading, open to a random page and share two sentences from that page. But make sure you don’t share any spoilers!*

*I wish I could take credit for this introduction, but I shamelessly stole it from Heather over at bitsnbooks. To help me make amends, you should go check out her blog.


This week I’m reading The Disappearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the Periodic Table of the Elements by Sam Kean. The book is an anecdotal walk through the table of elements, and I knew Mr. Kean was an author who really gets me – as they say – when I read these wonderful lines on page twelve:

Probably the biggest frustration for many 
students was that the people who got the
periodic table, who could really unpack 
how it worked, could pull so many facts
from it with such dweeby nonchalance. 

It was the same irritation color-blind 
people must feel when the fully sighted
find sevens and nines lurking inside
those parti-colored dot diagrams - - 
crucial but hidden information that 
never quite resolves itself into 
coherence. 

Huzzah! Recognition of a plight afflicting eight per cent of men – myself included. Hopefully, the book will live up to my now-high expectations.


The Disappearing Spoon

In Retrospect

I gave  Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman five stars. I liken this selection of short stories to a packet of chips – or crisps, if you prefer – in that I sat down to read only one or two only to look up two hours later having devoured the whole thing. Honestly, it is that good. It’s difficult to pick out a favorite line or story, but this one from “How to Talk to Girls at Parties” best sums up my feelings:

You cannot hear a poem without it changing you.

 

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