My index finger slid along the crease. I found the tape. I slowly pried it open; discarded paper all around me. I looked down at my lap and locked into those deep, yet confident, dark brown eyes. The wild, yet stiff, free flowing locks that seem to float in the air. That serene confidence that exudes as much charisma as brilliance. The archetype of whimsy and genius: Albert Einstein. I've had a necrophiliatic man-crush on Mr. PhotoElectric effect since the first biography I read on him. His discoveries have had such an under-appreciated affect on mankind. He was the messiah, and faith wasn't needed to prove his teachings. Equations were sufficient. Would the discoveries Einstein made have been made eventually anyway? Yes. It just might have taken another fifty years. Imagine what the world would be like if it were set back fifty years. It's hard to fathom.
Am I overestimating his value? Do you know enough to argue with me? If you aren't sure you should read this book. It's the second Einstein biography I've read and its the superior of the two. You learn about the man, his impact, and his brilliance. This is one of the great men of history; don't be ignorant of his deeds. He's a character that no fiction writer would dare create for fear of inventing an essence too fantastic for reality. But, he existed. We are all better for it. Read this book and tell me I'm wrong.