Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Okay, so I had one of those days, you know the ones that throw you the kind of curve ball that not only catches you out, but leaves you on the bench, dazed and confused.
It was too early for wine, so I indulged in the next best thing...retail therapy...at the University Book Shop...oh dear.
I thought I was quite self controlled and exited with only:
A cool set of twelve note cards to fuel the stationery addiction.
A greeting card to stick on my office wall because it was apt and looked cool.
Two pens that write so smoothly - has anyone else become frustrated with scratchy ball point pens that sulk in winter?
That cool set of Penguin pencils I had so successfully resisted...until now.
And last but not least - a book - surprise! But what self-respecting crime writer could resist a book called Stiff - The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers. Written by Mary Roach who also brought you the book about, well, you can guess from the title - Bonk.
The back cover blurb of Stiff begins:
"Whether buried, burnt, snatched, donated or decomposed, some people have been more useful dead than alive..."
As you may guess from that snippet, the book takes a look at the use of cadavers in the advancement of medical and, er, other knowledge. It makes for fascinating reading.
To give you another indication of the tone, which is entertaining and informative, here is a little excerpt from chapter 4: Dead Man Driving.
Human crash test dummies and the ghastly, necessary science of impact tolerance. By and large, the dead aren't very talented. They can't play water polo, or lace up their boots, or maximise market share. They can't tell a joke, and they can't dance for beans. There is one thing dead people excel at. They're very good at handling pain.
It was just perfect for a girl needing a spot of slightly dark entertainment.