The prologue of The Butchering Art puts to shame any horror cold opening I have ever read, listened to, or watched. The detailed description of a pre-anesthetic bladder stone removal just about had me wrecking my car!
When Fitzharris isn‘t reveling in the gory details of surgery she tends to be on the dry side. Still, what I love about a book like this isn‘t necessarily the info, but the way the info makes me reflect on my life and society.