I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
I finished up Part I last night before falling asleep. Oddly enough, I was so keyed up from it I had to put on the headphones and fall asleep to an audiobook.
In just 48 short pages so far, Humboldt has become quite a three dimensional character and from contemporary descriptions of his energy levels, I liken him to a hamster on meth. (and I do mean that in a good, rather awe-struck, way!).
Humboldt at this point in the book, hasn't even left on his voyages yet and already he's invented breathing masks and head-lamps for miners, as well as founding the first school of mining.
And don't even get me started on all the hidden depths of Goethe! Calling Goethe a writer is like calling Benjamin Franklin a printer. Both are strictly accurate but barely the tip of the icebergs!