I read this book for my book group and was hesitant solely because of the cover art. I am sooooo over books about women (especially kick ass, brilliant women) being all watercolors and pastels, with a generic, faceless woman staring wistfully into the distance. Over it.
But my feelings on trends in cover art aside, this book was a good read. In it, we get to learn about the famous Albert Eintein's decidedly less famous (because... vagina) first wife who was a genius in her