Rats

During vacation I read Robert Sullivan's Rats. It is both fascinating and gross. I've been fortunate enough in life to never have seen a rat in the wilds of a city, but now I kind of want to (as long as its several yards away). Rats is part book about rats and part history of New York City, which I didn't expect, but really enjoyed. There's a chapter about the plague near the end that's not at the same level as the rest of the book--it gets a little boring at that point and moves far away from rats, but the rest of it is quality, if not necessarily always the best-edited. There are some gross moments, but only one that really sticks out as hard to take, and Sullivan is never sensational, which is nice.