by Michael PaternitiIt's exactly what it sounds like. The pathologist who performed Albert Einstein's autopsy took his brain and preserved it in a couple of cookie jars filled with formaldahyde for decades. It was an urban legend for the author until he made contact with Dr. Harvey and saw the brain for himself. The mere possession of this brain, chopped into pieces because he'd given bits of it to scientists over the years for study, gave the doctor a sort of rock star quality. This was demonstrated by the fascination of the people they met on their cross-country trip from Princeton to San Jose where the doctor gave a speech to high schoolers on the brain and then met with Einstein's daughter.
It started off perfectly. Great writing, lots of giggling and then something changed. It maybe got too serious for my taste. I'm young. I like a lot of action. Some introspection is fine. Some description is welcomed. But I think for me this became a little too literary. I just wanted a fun ride. I did like the background on collections of human body parts. I was not aware that Michael Jackson was an avid collector.
General consensus: Pretty interesting.
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