Nonfiction

Michael Croslin
By LEAVIE SCOTT In the mid‑1970s, when hospital corridors thrummed with the hum of ventilators and rolling carts, and when the rhythm of care still leaned heavily on the instincts of nurses and physicians, a quiet revolution began to take shape at the bedside. It did not arrive with the drama of a breakthrough surgery or a headline‑grabbing drug. Instead, it came in the form of a compact, box‑shaped instrument that sat unobtrusively beside patients, its small display flickering with numbers that would soon alter the course of modern medical practice.
By TREYTON SCOTT7 days ago in BookClub
The Legacy of George Carruthers
In 1969, George Carruthers invented the far ultraviolet camera and spectrograph that accompanied the Apollo 16 mission to the moon.
By TREYTON SCOTT8 days ago in BookClub
Heroic Failures Documented
Introduction My brother-in-law Peter, who we sadly lost to throat cancer introduced me to this book in the nineteen-eighties.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 days ago in BookClub
Rachel Reviews: The First Call was Mine by Kay Blake
Kay Blake's memoir has everything that I like about a real life recount. It has the confrontation of the past and the troubles that the person has faced; it has candour in its examination of the experiences and the resolutions reached, if that applies; it has humour, recognition, a humbleness to it and an appreciation of where that person is now and a true acknowledgement of the things that shaped them.
By Rachel Deeming11 days ago in BookClub
The First Job That Changed My Life. AI-Generated.
The rent was overdue, and I was avoiding my landlord. Every time I heard footsteps in the hallway outside our apartment, my body stiffened. I would stop breathing, as if even the sound of my lungs might betray me. Sometimes I pressed my ear against the door, listening, waiting, praying the footsteps would continue past our unit.
By Jenny 16 days ago in BookClub
The Month I Had No Job in New York. AI-Generated.
I lost my job on a Tuesday morning at exactly 10:14. I remember the time because I had just glanced at the corner of my screen before Michael appeared beside my desk.
By Jenny 16 days ago in BookClub
The Man I Avoided Became the Reason I Stayed in New York. AI-Generated.
For three weeks, I learned how to recognize my landlord’s footsteps. He walked slowly, with a slight drag in his right foot, as if he were always tired. His keys jingled before he reached the door, a faint metallic warning that traveled through the hallway. I could hear him from inside my apartment, even before he knocked.
By Jenny 16 days ago in BookClub
Out Of The Doll's House
This is such an interesting book! I’m fascinated by history but when it’s connected with women’s progress in history — I literally couldn’t put the book down. It isn’t just about the Suffragettes but goes from the Victorian Era right up to the 1980s, when the book was first published.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff16 days ago in BookClub
A Story of Norbert Rillieux
In the humid, swaying cane fields of nineteenth‑century Louisiana, a quiet revolution was forming—one that would not be fought with swords or marching armies, but with science, precision, and the relentless determination of a man named Norbert Rillieux. Born in 1806 to a wealthy plantation owner and a mother of mixed descent, Rillieux grew up witnessing both privilege and the harsh realities of life on sugar estates. He learned early that the production of sugar, though profitable, was a brutal and dangerous trade. Workers spent long hours stirring boiling kettles of cane juice, risking burns, illness, and even death as they attempted to refine the precious crystals that fueled the region’s economy.
By TREYTON SCOTT17 days ago in BookClub
Where My True Face Begins
The first chapter traces the early years of a man who has always felt out of place, shaped by solitude, intuition, and a constant search for meaning. Born much later than his brothers, he grows up between a distant father, an exhausted mother, and a childhood split between Paris and the countryside. Animals become his first refuge, music his second, and his father’s workshop his third.
By Dominique Carden18 days ago in BookClub
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow—it was a phrase Mira had first heard in a classroom where dust floated lazily in streaks of afternoon sunlight. Her literature professor had recited it slowly, like a spell, explaining how time could stretch endlessly forward, carrying both hope and despair in its wake.
By Ibrahim Shah 18 days ago in BookClub
How Well Do You Live?
''Yes, I have a homeland. The French Language.'' - Albert Camus * Something very strange happened while I was reading this book. Usually, I have a few things on the run (too many books; too little time?), and this was added to a stack that often threatens to crush me in my sleep. I would skip from one to other, often disappointed, confused and enlightened...but rarely entertained (the cold and the darkness outside probably played a role, as did the constant running around from contract to contract). And I really don't care what any intellectual in any academic setting claims, you need to be entertained when you pick up a book.
By Kendall Defoe 20 days ago in BookClub