I love mustelid haberdashery, vinho verde wine, and wensleydale with fruit.
This (I believe?) is the last book of Mary Roach's I had left to read. It's one of her earlier ones, and to be honest, probably the one I enjoyed the least.
Whether it was due to the subject matter (I am not interested in, nor could I force interest in, the idea of an afterlife or soul), or the writing itself, I can't be sure.
It's very similar to the rest of her books, with humorous and wacky lessons all (sometimes loosely) connected to the main theme. It still has the dry wit and the "friend telling you hilarious stories over dinner" style that I find enjoyable in her books, but overall, it was pretty "meh" for me.