There is a woman author named Mary Roach who has been writing one word humorous science books about bodily functions. I heard about her when I read a review about her latest, Gut, about the human intestinal tract. I want to read this instead of making an appointment for a colonoscopy. So that book is on reserve and meanwhile I read Bonk about well sex. Seems like my lust list keeps going on and on.
Roach brings back my bias that the Irish have a wonderful gift of language and humor. I left out loud when Roach compared a certain adapted stimulating machine to a buffing shoe shiner. A lot of her recounting of early 20th century scientific experiments were flash backs to my lust list reading but her perspective is more an SNL or Mad magazine take.
As I mentioned in my review of Bel Canto, I am typing this while watching the endless loop of the Boston Marathon bombing. All else pales and I won't even be writing this except I want the books returned tonight or tomorrow.
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