The Marvel of the Brain

I am currently reading Diane Ackerman's poetic and scientific description of the brain, An Alchemy of Mind: The Marvel and Mystery of the Brain. It begins-

"Imagine the brain, that shiny mound of being, that mouse-gray parliament of cells, that dream factory, that petit tyrant inside a ball of bone, that huddle of neurons calling all the plays, that little everywhere, that fickle pleasuredrome, that wrinkled wardrobe of selves stuffed into the skull like too many clothes into a gym bag."

The chapters ahead look so fascinating that it's hard to stop reading.