David McCullough brings out the human elements of this amazing story so well. Wilbur and Orville Wright are no longer names of inventors after I read this book. They are brothers and sons, friends and neighbours. They are two men who ran a bicycle shop in Dayton, Ohio, as ordinary outwardly as any other men in Dayton. They are two men who observed the birds - really observed them - and decided, "Yes. It can be done. We can fly." But they were also special men: intelligent, even intellectual, and gifted with their hands. Determined, though they suffered from depressions and frustrations. Their sister Katherine was the only college graduate in the family - and a high school Latin teacher at that. Latin? That's what only boys were allowed to learn a generation or two before hers. And now She was Teaching it. What a new century the past century was. The auto, the airplane, the wireless and women teaching Latin. All three yelled at each other, loved each other fiercely, were there for each other in sickness and in health, even when they were not together physically. Kate rooted for her brothers. By the middle of the book, so did I.