I debated a three for this, but the more I thought about it, the more I enjoyed it. On the surface, the essays seem petulant and snobbish, but on reflection, I decided they were witty and self-depreciating in a flouncy sort of way. It wasn't what I expected when I first picked it up, but it did make me think and I had a few smiles. The style is more akin to something you'd find in a collection of Victorian era essays, but it is eloquent, if sometimes a little repetitive. If you are after a memoir-type book by an anatomist, you won't find that here. If you are after historical and philosophical musings about various anatomy related topics delivered with a dry wit, then yes, read this.