This time of year in the Hamptons is a great time of year to snuggle up with a new book, and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to buy a book as badly as I want to buy Steve Job’s biography.
I’d much rather read the book than wait for the movie. Some of the reviews and information that I’ve been reading about this book has been downright fascinating.
Many outlets are mentioning the Steve Job’s admired Mark Zuckerburg for not selling out when Facebook became huge, and respected him for wanting to run and grow a company. He also used mortality as a motivator, believing that he didn’t think he was going to have a lot of time on earth.
Here’s part of a review from “The Times of London”- I went into it with only a little more knowledge than the average reader, and a tenuous, nostalgic connection to him through having attended high school with his daughter, Lisa Brennan-Jobs. I found myself combing the book not for secrets about Apple, but secrets about Steve Jobs the man, the father, the son.
The intimate chapters, where Jobs’ personal side shines through, with all his faults and craziness, leave a deep impression. There’s humor, too, especially early on when Isaacson chronicles Jobs’ lack of personal hygiene, the barefoot hippie who runs a corporation. And deeply moving are passages about Jobs’ resignation as Apple’s chief executive, and an afternoon he spent with Isaacson listening to music and reminiscing.
I can’t wait to get this book.