When a book is so heartfelt, vivid, and inviting that it feels like home, and yet is so unique that it defies categorization, it’s pure magic. That’s the sweet-spot intersection of an irresistible, not-to-be-missed read, and The Wandering Jew of St. Salacious has accomplished exactly that status.
Main character Marty is an earnest, dazzlingly skilled, acerbically funny surgeon. He has a galloping case of righteous indignation in the face of corruption, a dogged insistence on doing the right thing, a sassy best friend, and a quiet acceptance of his divorcé status.
As the book begins, he’s blowing the whistle on a skeevy medical corporation’s dangerous product. The thanks he gets? A reputation as a troublemaker who won’t play ball, and an uncomfortable work environment designed to force him out. He’s not thrilled to leave a job at a hospital catering to the most in need, switching to a posh private hospital where the Almighty Dollar seems to have a status even higher than the Saints. But needs must.
Marty’s already chafing in his new role when life throws another curve-ball—he falls for the nun who is the hospital’s CEO. What else could go wrong? Plenty. I don’t want to spoil any of it—read the book, omg. There are mysteries, heartaches, and plot-twists galore, and I COULD. NOT. PUT. THIS. DOWN. It’s worth mentioning that I’m not a cryer in books or movies, and I cried three times! But yes, readers… there IS a happily-ever-after (one of the times I cried).
Written by an actual surgeon (and stand-up comic!), this book is packed with fascinating details like the most gripping TV medical drama, balancing that with heart and hilarity, as well as a complex and beautiful love story. These characters own a piece of my heart. Five massive stars!