The Devil’s Teeth, Susan Casey

Because it’s devote-all-excess-energy-to-shark-blogging-week, obvi, a brief plug for Susan Casey’s shark-tastic great white saga. Susan Casey is basically the Mary Roach of ocean-themed writing, which makes her the best airport bookstore choice for anyone who’s not willing to read Stephenie Meyer’s book about not-vampires.

The best part of The Devil’s Teeth? Casey tells us that the whole “ohhh, sharks don’t likkkkke the taste of huuuumans, so they often bite you and then wander off” thing is TOTALLY MISUNDERSTOOD. Sharks like your musky charms fine. They’re just lazy, so they bite you, and then withdraw so you can thrash around and eventually bleed out, making you a nom-nom-nom-ier floppy snack.

Except, right, this works better with seals, and stuff, because seals don’t have friends and boats and lifeguards.