
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach. Call me morbid, but I couldn't wait for the trip to read it, so here I am with the half-way-through the book report. And, actually, I have very few words to describe it so far. Roach is a writer with wit that is wry enough to keep you just removed enough from the subject matter to keep reading. It's interesting, but at the same time, I haven't really felt hungry for a few hours and don't wonder why. Let me know if you're interested and maybe I'll pass it on to you when I'm done. I like sharing. Oh... I got this one, too:

It's not nearly as morbid. I think.









