I wanted this book because I was unfamiliar with Henry M. Morris and his work, and thought this would be a short biography with some injections of his great strides in forwarding the creationism movement. That was a mistake on my part. I will likely investigate the source material he wrote that was mentioned in this book, but as for this book... Note to self, don't ever by another biography written by a close family member, the likelihood of an objective analysis is low. A common theme in religion is that at some point or another, you are going to have to suspend the idea of rational or logical conclusion and supplement it with faith. The author would like to have her cake and eat it too. Many times in this book she odes to her fathers ability to think and act logically, unlike herself. Page 92-93 he declares "Every time I would look at an insect or tree... and then try to imagine how such a thing could ever be produced by mutation and natural selection seemed so absurdly impossible that the very idea made me angry! In fact, it was these evolutionarily books that eventually helped convince me that evolutionism was completely unscientific." So, the "father of creationism" decided rather than investigate the legitimacy of proven science, he would use his own emotion attached to the subject as mere proof that it was in fact valid. This went along nicely with the common Christian trope that "because something has happened as according to what I asked God, it is therefore evidence of his divine intervention." and all of the fun that follows. The reality is that H.M. was by all accounts a man of unwavering morals and a pure soul, who actually furthered the scientific field of hydraulic research and was an estimable engineer. This does not excuse his apparent compartmentalizing for his entire life, and it definitely does not excuse his daughter from writing a poor biography. No evidence that he presented was mentioned not even once, absolute failure on her part likely due to a lack of actual understanding of his work I believe. Seriously, I can say after reading that her credentials for this book are being the daughter of the subject and a dogmatic Christian, that's it. My all time favorite part was page 37, where the author appears to very concerned with the fact a teacher was being homosexual with the peers of 10 year old H.M. at camp. Couldn't think of a more morally compromising act in that scenario? Really? How about the part its sex with kids, but God forbid, ITS GAY SEX!!!! This book was as much of a brain exercise as one of those training bands that come in all sorts of colors, fun to mess with, and impossible to take seriously. Even a Christian with an ounce of critical thought would not enjoy this book. Page 180 is where I completely lost respect for the author, not as a biographer that happened quick, but as a Christian worth their salt. "Engage the enemy" like what a way to spit in the face of your father and everything you claim to stand for. Good to know you view the souls your father worked his entire life trying to save as the enemy. This book is poop.