1 The Emperor of All Maladies | The Emperor of All Maladies | Siddhartha Mukherjee | Medical history | Completed | 2 | Orange Line, seated | Stable, dense prose, no acute distress | Cy Young of oncology writing. Long innings but worth it. |
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2 The Things They Carried | The Things They Carried | Tim O'Brien | War fiction | Completed | 4 | Jamaica Pond bench | Elevated heart rate, expected | Batting .400 every time I revisit it. Rare. |
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3 Being Mortal | Being Mortal | Atul Gawande | Medical nonfiction | Completed | 1 | Break room, third floor | Afebrile, occasionally gutted | Required reading for anyone who charts end-of-life goals. |
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4 The Boys of Summer | The Boys of Summer | Roger Kahn | Baseball memoir | Completed | 5 | Couch, bourbon adjacent | Nostalgic tachycardia | Dodgers made me cry for a team I never watched. Elite. |
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5 Educated | Educated | Tara Westover | Memoir | Completed | 1 | Night shift, waiting room | BP up, worth it | No-hitter of a memoir. Don't start it before a shift. |
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6 Ball Four | Ball Four | Jim Bouton | Baseball diary | Completed | 6 | Porch, JP | Chronic condition, no cure needed | Still the OG clubhouse tell-all. Ages like the bourbon I'm rationing. |
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7 When Breath Becomes Air | When Breath Becomes Air | Paul Kalanithi | Memoir | Completed | 2 | T, standing room only | Guarded, tears documented | DNR conversations get easier after this one. Devastating, necessary. |
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8 This Is Your Mind on Plants | This Is Your Mind on Plants | Michael Pollan | Science nonfiction | Completed | 1 | Arnold Arboretum, a bench | Curious, no adverse reaction | Pharmacology with better anecdotes than my med school notes. |
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9 The Art of Fielding | The Art of Fielding | Chad Harbach | Literary fiction | Completed | 2 | Back porch, extra innings | Steady, occasional gasp | The yips as literary device. Somehow it works, error and all. |
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10 Complications | Complications | Atul Gawande | Medical essays | Completed | 3 | Charting room, lunch break | Alert, oriented, slightly smug | The essay collection I hand to every new grad on the unit. |
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