I don’t usually read biology textbooks (as in, never), but I read this one because my brother Gordon wrote it. Unlike other textbooks, the kind written by a committee of soulless engineers trying to write a phone book, the writing here has obvious personality. This is good and necessary because the author of the world being described has an out-of-control personality.
Get a load of this:
“Female Darwin frogs in South America lay eggs on the forest floor. When the babies hatch as tadpoles, the male gobbles them up and stores his kids in his vocal sac, where they continue to develop. Once they are fully developed froglets, they hop out of dad’s mouth” (p. 343).
Not only does the Creator have an out-of-control personality, He frequently operates in very bad taste.
This book does not just display the staggering and infinite genius of the Creator, but it does so in ways that simply overwhelm. For unbelievers to look at this and see nothing more than the blind fumbling of chance is like listening to For Elise and hypothesizing that it must have been composed by a drunken chimpanzee banging on the piano in the study, with oven mitts on.
This book is highly recommended for anyone who wants to be awed by the Creator. If you have a biology course in your future somewhere, you need to get this book into it.