There’s a particular kind of magic that happens when you sit down on the beach with a book in hand. The world slows, the tide rolls in and out, and you find yourself caught between two worlds — the real one filled with waves, sunscreen, and laughter, and the fictional one filled with characters, journeys, …
On September 10, 2008, the world held its breath. Somewhere deep beneath the French-Swiss border, a machine unlike anything ever built was about to come alive. It wasn’t a weapon, or a monument, or a luxury for the elite. It was a ring of steel and magnets stretching for 27 kilometers underground, cooled to temperatures …
