05/11/2018
During medical school, I treated myself almost every month, hanging out at the local bookstore spending my dad's money on books. Not medical books. Novels. Twenty odd years ago (wow, I'm old), a hundred Malaysian ringgit could get me 10 novels . TEN! Anyways, on one particular day, I spied something that got me very excited! And it wasn't a novel (and no, it wasn't a medical book either). [ 599 more words ]
During medical school, I treated myself almost every month, hanging out at the local bookstore spending my dad’s money on books. Not medical books. Novels. Twenty odd years ago (wow, I’…