Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
I know I fixate on stupid things sometimes, but my start on this (so far entertaining) book was derailed by the question: Would this country "doctor" have rubber boots and gloves in his laboratory in the year 1888?
According to the internets, the rubber boots were being manufactured as early as the 1850's, and the first surgical rubber gloves were created in 1889-1890. So... it may be a bit of a stretch, but I can buy it.
Back to reading...