The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, by Rebecca Skloot

This is the first non-fiction I have read in, well, forever. It was alright - I did like it, at least. It was extremely interesting. It's all about HeLa cells, which are some of the first human cells that were able to grow outside of the body and thus lead to some really amazing research. The cells were originally taken from a black woman at Johns Hopkins without her consent. So, the book was about the woman, her death from cancer, and her family over the years as the notoriety of these cells grew. Pretty fascinating stuff. And the book presented the medical information in a way that didn't bore me to tears (which could definitely happen with that type of stuff ordinarily). But I missed the escape that reading a novel brings. The falling in love with characters. The excitement of the unknowns in a fictional plot. It reminded me why I only read fiction. But, I think my medically/sciency type frieds will like it.