July 12th favorites: Books outside your usual genre
We all know I’m a romance reader. Lots and lots of smushy fluff. When I need a break from that I generally turn to my *other* source of bodily fluids, which is horror.
Yes, I know that seems strange.
In the midst of this chaos of conflicting reads, certain genres are neglected. Like nonfiction. I don’t often pick up that genre and it has to come highly recommended, whereas I will pick up any romance as long as you assure me the plot is crazybananas AF (see Ice Planet Barbarians or Hold). This means that these nonfiction books I’m calling my favorite are completely fascinating and curious and maybe disbturbing but also, unputdownable.
1. Having Faith, Sandra Steingraber
If you have a friend who has been pregnant, is pregnant now, or if you’re considering becoming pregnant, this book is the one you need. Forget What to Expect When You’re Expecting. Seriously, forget it, that book is enough to give anyone an anxiety attack whereas this one explains the science in such a way that even I—completely lacking in spatial visual skills—was able to picture and understand what’s going on during pregnancy.
2. The Ghost Map, Steven Johnson
If you need a raw, fresh, desperate, new appreciation for public sanitation and clean drinking water, consider this book your catalyst. After reading this I immediately looked up the water quality index for my city, which wasn’t scary at all. Thank you, Steven Johnson, for my new hypochondriac complex.
3. 1215; The Year of the Magna Carta, Danziger & Gillingham
Honestly the middle ages were terrifying and I’m thrilled and astonished any humans survived. The chapter on medical treatments alone was enough to make me want to hug the nearest doctor. It’s also rather depressing how similar the politics could be a thousand years ago. 10/10 would never time travel to this era.
4. Kill as Few Patients as Possible, Oscar London, MD
Combining dry wit with a practicing doctor is a fabulous idea and makes for hilarious reading. It’s a tough job and I’m so glad I do not in any way feel led to the medical profession. Nope, give me twenty hyper preschoolers and a tub of glitter and I’m satisfied with my lot in life. I may have to wipe boogers and clean up the occasional blood spill but it’s nothing approaching what a doctor has to deal with.