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I am smitten with Mary Roach, author of such non-fiction shimmery books of wonder as Stiff, Spook, and Boink. I love pretty much everything about her. When I read her books I feel like she’s my BFF. I understand her OCD-like compulsion for research, the accessible comedy of her 14 year old boy with a large vocabulary humor. When I read her books I feel like she might actually BE me, that’s how much I identify with her style.

About enrolling in medium school in Spook:
“There are moments, listening to the conversations going on around me, when I feel I am going to lose my mind. Earlier today, I heard someone say the words, “I felt at one with the divine source of creation.” Mary Roach on a conducted tour of Hades. I had to fight the urge to push back my chair and start screaming: STAND BACK! ALL OF YOU! I’VE GOT AN ARTHUR FINDLAY BOX CUTTER! Instead, I quietly excused myself and went to the bar, to commune with spirits I know how to relate to.”

Yep, I pretty much want to be Mary Roach in another lifetime, and I love her deeply. The only way I could love her any more is if she wasn’t so impossibly lithe and well-proportioned, and perhaps wore dorky glasses. Ya, I’m jus’ JELUSH.