As the sun sets earlier and we have more hours of darkness here in the northern hemisphere, I am stockpiling things that being with “B:”
and . . . . Books!
Ah, books. (swoon) I have sloughed off large portions of my collection of books each time I moved. In compensation, I now live a ten-minute walk from a library. And a five-minute walk from the local independent bookstore. In the past few weeks, I discovered two books that I needed to own. One is on my dresser for nighttime reading. One is on my desk for copious note-taking and cross-referencing. They are both well worth the money I spent on them.
At this writing, I haven’t finished either one, but I am enjoying them both so much, that I thought I’d share this little pre-review. I encourage you to pick one or both of these up for some winter evening nerd time. (And please do so at your local library or indie book store.)
I think I squeaked out loud when I saw this on the bookstore. Mukherjee’s other book, The Emperor of All Maladies, is one that made it through multiple moves. I have it near my desk for reference even as I write this. In his new book, he takes on the history of the gene, in all its scientific, social, and controversial glory. This book is thick, with lots of pages and tiny print. The stories are compelling and suspenseful. I mean, I know about Gregor Mendel and the pea plants, but reading this story as told by Mukherjee was fascinating in a completely new way. Plus, as a person who loves a good pun, I couldn’t be happier that he worked “give peas a chance” into this story. And that the book’s editors let it lie.
I heard about this one through the Kentucky Author Forum. It just so happened that I had been talking with a colleague about immunotherapy and how to include it in oncology massage education. I saw that Charles Graeber was coming to talk about his new book, which is all about immunotherapy. I bought the book at the event, and I have been devouring it ever since. No doubt about it, this guy is a storyteller. He does take care to get enough of the science in the book, and to explain it correctly, but the power of this book is in the stories. I’m reading about the years-long process of finding a particular cellular protein, and it reads like a thriller. I’m pretty sure this is not just because I’d be interested anyway.
When the massages are done, and the dishes are washed and the evening stretches out before me, I’ll be reading wrapped in a blanket, drinking hot tea from a really big mug, and reading one of these books.
Somewhere in there, I might take a break to think about another “B” that I am gathering —
But that’s a subject for another blog.