The Language Instinct by Stephen Pinker

When maya was a girl, her mother gave her a violin. She was captivated by the instrument and began playing constantly. Eventually she was accepted juliard, the renowned music school in new york city. Was well on her way to becoming a professional musician. And then one day as she was practising, she overstretched a finger and felt a pop. Had injured a tendon. Months passed, her hand never healed properly, and eventually doctors told her she had to give up the violin. The grief that maya felt was enormous. Her very identity had been wrapped around music. Didn't know what to do next. One day while helping her parents clean out their basement,...