The Breast.

Scurvy: The Disease of Discovery by Jonathan Lamb. I think I got to the second chapter.

Here’s the review I left on Amazon:

This book is TEDIOUS AS HELL. Look, I love nonfiction. I love reading about weird, niche interests. I like literary peeks into history. This book sucks for any of that. The author is more concerned with his meandering vomitus of facts and quotes, than in any sort of cohesiveness, much less entertainment. When he actually discusses scurvy- its physical and mental effects, the experience of having it and being abroad, etc.- it’s interesting. Unfortunately those moments are few and far between.

All The Ugly And Wonderful Things. Ugh.

The writing wasn’t great, the story sucked, and the grooming and age gap relationship was gross.

A friend and I traded book recs. His was a DnD book called Homeland: The Legend of Drizzt. Not my thing AT ALL. But I did it, I read it in 15-20 minute spurts when I’d be in line to pick my kid up from school. And it wasn’t as awful as I’d feared! It wasn’t GREAT by any means, and I won’t be picking up the next one in the series, but there were interesting parts and I didn’t want to poke my eyes out.