Sorted

After another day of feeling unwell and trying to make myself feel better, I took time to finish my book, 'Uncle Petros and Goldbach's Conjecture'.

It's actually a novel but, it comes across as so real, quoting all the characters that were around in the years that the novel is set e.g. Alan Turing and Srinivasa Ramanujan to name just two, that in places it's hard to believe it's fiction.

There is something about books on mathematics that I find truly fascinating even though I'm quite maths phobic, thanks, I think, to my first arithmetic teacher and her penchant for liking to hit me on the knuckles with her ruler. I think it's something to do with the creativity, determination and drama that the people involved seem to have to have that grabs me.

One of my favourite's is Simon Singh's 'Fermat's Last Theorem', which would probably, if push comes to shove, be the book I'd take to a desert island with me. After all, not only is it a jolly good story and well written, it would, of course, take me a lifetime to get to grips with the actual maths bit. That's my desert island life sorted then.