My mother will be the first to tell you that I'm addicted to books. This is probably because of the extreme amounts of cash she found herself shoving into my little fist on book fair day at school. And this was on top of the stack I already had from the bookmobile and the downtown library. I love to read, what can I say?
So when I harmlessly wondered into Borders the other day to look for something free, I should have known in advance that I would be walking out at least $40 down. Those bastards in marketing set up the "Summer Reading" table, and I was drawn to it's boasts of "Buy 3, get the 4th free." But the surprise was in one of my choices- a little book called
I don't know why this fascinated me so much, when normally it would give me the willies. But there I was, stuck at the summer reading table, repeatedly deciding not to buy the book, then repeatedly reversing my decision. In the end I bought it, and barely made it home before I started reading it. Since then (Monday) there has seldom been a spare moment without reading a piece of this book- from the multiple uses of cadaver body parts, to the history of gross anatomy, to crash test dummies- this book has me in it's clutches full stop.
I'm only about half way through- all that reading has never improved my speed- but expect to have it thrust upon you at gatherings once I've finished. And expect to be surprised, it is both humorous and "classy." Because you know when it comes to books about dead people you want classy.
