A Thousand Naked Strangers

Adored this book and finished it in just a few days. It probably has to do with the fact that I relate so much with the author, who was a journalist who decided to embark on a more meaningful career. (In 2012, I went on a similar journey, but with nursing.) But unlike me, he stuck with it for 10 years.
Hazzard experienced situations that would make your jaw drop. A man, quite alive, sitting at a bus stop, his face slowly being eaten by maggots. Working on a man, near death on the floor, while his the patient's father watches TV, asking for his son's cigarettes.
Hazzard combines his nose for the news, his great writing style and experience as a medic in one of the toughest neighbourhoods one can be a medic in and the result in this electrifying memoir.
A note about the writing style - Hazzard has a way of writing a scene so that it comes alive. Example: “Marty trails, careful not to step on any of the maggots, all of them tiny squiggling urns, fat with the remains of a man not yet dead.” You can almost smell it.
But here's one thing that I will protest about. $10?? Paramedics are paid $10 per hour? Are they kidding me?
The should be paid at least a hundred.

Review copy courtesy of Net Galley