It's been a while, but I've returned to my Penguin Celebrations. Book 11, which I've been reading for a while, put away, picked up again, put away again, is now finally read.
So what did I think? I'm in two minds about it. Leonardo da Vinci is such a fascinating subject, living in very interesting times and I appreciate his achievements so much more now that I know more about his life. And I love reading a good biography (though it is always a tad weird, reading about someone with hindsight knowledge, it's like screaming at a character on the screen when you see a monster heading towards him but that he doesn't see yet). But Mr Nicholls, with all respect to him, got in the way. Perhaps it's his sense of humor, or maybe it's his off-hand remarks which didn't sit well with me, but he got in the way between Leonardo and me. Still, I got sucked in and enjoyed the book more as Leonardo ages.
