Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Disappearing Spoon by Sam Kean


The Disappearing Spoon is unlike any other book I have ever read.  I don't usually  get into all the science of anything, I am one of those people who love watching science, but not doing.  However, The Disappearing Spoon is in a field of it's own in my opinion.

Not only is it about science, but also history, love, and crazy crazy!
The Periodic Table - I remember this vaguely from middle school - again, I know we had to memorize it, but I didn't remember it! H20 was about all I can recall. But, in The Disappearing Spoon, each chapter begins with a few codes from the Periodic table and then proceeds to give you the low down on that particular element, along with a bit of history.

For instance, King Midas - everyone knows about him right? We learn about tin (he discovered it), graphite and white lead (he discovered those too) and everything he "touched" turned to gold. 

The title of this book really caught my attention.  How does a spoon disappear? Gallium is a moldable metal and is solid at room temperature.  Back in the day, scientists got a great kick out of making  gallium spoons and then serving them with tea.  The kicker was the guests were flabbergasted when their spoons disappeared (melted) which they will do when exposed to any temperature over 84 degrees.  Interesting right?

There is so much more packed into this book.  There is a ton of science, history, and entertainment packed within these pages.   Highly educational, entertaining, and I sincerely think it might help my son out this year in his chemistry class.  Well worth the read!

2 comments:

  1. I heard this discussed on the latest "Books on the Nightstand" podcast. Between that and your very positive review, I'm adding it to my wishlist for nonfiction picks -- thanks!

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  2. My copy arrived! I can not wait to try it. My husband's interest perked up when he saw this one.

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