So this was by the author of our last book club book, a work of historical fiction, that I wasn't able to get out from the library. And it draaaaaaggged. It was about... Astronomy? In Washington, DC? Romance? Malaria? And political corruption? After the Civil War? Unngh.
I finished it three days ago.
Two decades before meeting Hugh Allison and Mr. Michelson, she had underlined the sentence that came just after the numerical estimate: "It follows that, if the sun was annihilated, we should see him for eight minutes afterward..."
She continued to lie beneath the counterpane, watching the Sun and wondering if somehow, so far from here, the planet Mercury had just gone dark; and then Venus; and soon, any minute, unaware it was about to be scuppered, Earth. She lay still, one eye on the Sun and the other on her clock, until eight minutes had passed, at which time she sighed and got up to dress.