This is one of the things that happens when one is a known bibliophile--one gets multiple copies of books as gifts. Although I was glad to get my "duplicate" copy today, because the one I had on mail-order hasn't come yet. And this one I'll probably find easier to review than Stenger. I was totally planning on sharing something about Quantum Gods, but just don't feel qualified to comment. It is a solid annihilation of "woo" in favor of science. But it's probably a bit "heavy" for people who like the sort of easy answers "woo" provides, anyway.
So out of the one million copies, a handful might be duplicate copies for hardcore bibliophiles with September birthdays. However, I totally have a couple people at work I could give my extra copy to.
It's a book much easier to find a home for than my extra copies of Penrose's Road to Reality, which does look smart next to the twin copies of Hofstadter's Godel, Escher, Bach that were the result of my husband and my libraries co-mingling at our moving in together--lots of duplicate Sagan and Stephen King, too. Also three copies of Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet in two languages. (I really have to figure out a way of paring them down--a donation to a thrift store or library book drive? They are beginning to crowd me out of house and home. As it is I can't squeeze in another bookshelf.)
So I've started it--it's sitting on the bathroom vanity and will probably endure a long reading session in a hot bubble bath. That being how I roll. Which could mean a review by the end of next week.
Postscript--the book mentions that Washington laid the cornerstone of the Capitol building on September 18th 1793, which, being my birthday less nearly two hundred years kind of stood out. I don't know if that means I have an auspicious horoscope, but since I don't believe in horscopes, that's a weird thing to wonder about. But I did momentarily, and so, I'll share that thought.
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