TMI........TMI!
Michelle and I are doing the same ‘holiday’ reading. Though I’ve never been particularly fascinated by Jack the Ripper, I was intrigued by an article on Patricia Cornwell’s book that appeared in Vanity Fair several months ago. So I bought this book for an interested family member as a Christmas present. (Yeah, I know, creepy and self-serving.) Said family member is currently reading something else and lent the book to me. I took it to work in case of some quiet time in which I might finish the reading assigned by my spiritual director and in need of something light to read. Saturday was a little slow. Mostly the usual calls - “what time is confession?” “about 6 hours ago...” “what time is your Saturday Mass?” and I was able to read the first hundred pages or so.

I couldn’t put it down. (Except when visitors came into the office. Then I slid it under the desk.) But I was overwhelmed with what my children refer to as TMI! TOO MUCH INFORMATION!!! I was expecting medically correct information, but this was a deluge. I came away knowing more than I ever needed to know about penile malformations, 19th c. mortuary practices etc.
That didn’t stop me from taking it to work with me last night. I should finish it this evening. (If I can stomach it....)