20 pages in and loving it.

Keep in mind that those twenty pages include the table of contents and the title page.  All I've really read is the Introduction and the first two pages of the first chapter of Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers.  This is the first paragraph:

The human head is of the same approximate size and weight as a roaster chicken.  I have never before had occasion to make the comparison, for never before today have I seen a head in a roasting pan.  But here are forty of them, one per pan, resting face-up on what looks to be a small pet-food bowl.  The heads are for plastic surgeons, two per head, to practice on.  I'm observing a facial anatomy and face-lift refresher course, sponsored by a southern university medical center and led by a half-dozen of America's most sought-after face-lifters.

I shouldn't have started reading it this morning, because I was SO PISSED when I had to stop.  Working is for the birds.

I think that I'm going to use this book for the next session of my high school reading group.  We're going to be reading nonfiction, after all.