Family eBook of The Day
Finalist for the National Book Award for Nonfiction * New York Times Bestseller * Starred Booklist and Library Journal Editors’ Spring Pick * A Huffington Post Notable Nonfiction Book of the Year * One of the Best Books of the Month on Goodreads * Library Journal Best Sci-Tech Book of the Year * An American Library Association Notable Book of the Year
“Sy Montgomery’s The Soul of an Octopus does for the creature what Helen Macdonald’s H Is for Hawk did for raptors.” —New Statesman, UK
“One of the best science books of the year.” —Science Friday, NPR
Another New York Times bestseller from the author of The Good Good Pig, this “fascinating…touching…informative…entertaining” (Daily Beast) book explores the emotional and physical world of the octopus—a surprisingly complex, intelligent, and spirited creature—and the remarkable connections it makes with humans.
In pursuit of the wild, solitary, predatory octopus, popular naturalist Sy Montgomery has practiced true immersion journalism. From New England aquarium tanks to the reefs of French Polynesia and the Gulf of Mexico, she has befriended octopuses with strikingly different personalities—gentle Athena, assertive Octavia, curious Kali, and joyful Karma. Each creature shows her cleverness in myriad ways: escaping enclosures like an orangutan; jetting water to bounce balls; and endlessly tricking companions with multiple “sleights of hand” to get food.
Scientists have only recently accepted the intelligence of dogs, birds, and chimpanzees but now are watching octopuses solve problems and are trying to decipher the meaning of the animal’s color-changing techniques. With her “joyful passion for these intelligent and fascinating creatures” (Library Journal Editors’ Spring Pick), Montgomery chronicles the growing appreciation of this mollusk as she tells a unique love story. By turns funny, entertaining, touching, and profound, The Soul of an Octopus reveals what octopuses can teach us about the meeting of two very different minds.
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I’ve always been fascinated by space, especially Mars. So, of course, when I got a call from Tom Reynolds, Dir. Kennedy’s operations. It thrilled me. Of course, as part of the norm, it came in the early hours of the morning.
“No sleep, to Brooklyn,” was my ring tone, the boys of the beast. “Hello.” I said, fumbling at my nightstand for the light, “yes, this is she.”
“Ms. Elkin, this is director Tom Reynolds, from Kennedy Space Center operations NASA. I trust I’m not disturbing you,” he said, his voice serious? That’s what I found amusing, considering it was 330 in the morning.
“No, I always wake up, before anything else with a pulse does,” I said.
“It’s regarding the new mission to Mars, and the rover ‘perseverance’ we have reason to believe, the Russians have a rover of their own on the planet’s surface. Unfortunately, they do not believe in the motto, live and let live, meaning their unit it has weapons. It will destroy anything it encounters while surveying. This, however, would include the ‘perseverance’,” the director said.
“With all due respect director, I see where you’re going with this, and let me stop you. We’re not astronauts, as a matter of fact, my daughter hates flying, and I’m no fan either, however, my son loves it, but he gets that from my dad. I forgot where I was going, doesn’t matter, answer’s no,” I said.
“I understand your concern, Ms. Elkin, however, we can guarantee your safety,” the director said.
“That’s the biggest load of crap, I have ever heard you can’t guarantee anything in life. It’s always a roll of the dice, but I’m sure the odds don’t go up when you strap yourself to a bomb,” I said!
As launch crews strapped the kids and me into our formfitting capsule seats of the ‘Discovery 2’ I looked outside the window and could see the giant streams of water covering the aft of the spacecraft and booster rockets. I assumed it was to keep them from overheating, in the sweltering Florida sun. The massive water pumps shot out 500,000 gallons per minute, helping to keep the engines cool while awaiting ignition.
I grabbed Eric and Emma’s hand, assuring them it would be okay. Of course, the thought always did sneak up on me, “what if something happened?” It could be any number of things. Because we’re basically strapped to a stick of dynamite and were going to allow someone to light the fuse. Although Eric seemed to enjoy it, Emma continued to sob. This didn’t surprise me though, I kind of expected it, as I was trying to see out the porthole windows.