Based upon the true events - the cholera outbreak in Soho, London , 1854.

Our fictional narrator, Dr Frank Roberts, during the course of an investigation into a vicious attack on a young girl, discovers the city in the throes of a cholera outbreak. He enlists the aid of the real Dr John Snow, as the source of the outbreak is being narrowed down.

In the midst of this, we get a vivid insight into the living conditions of the local people and the battles with local bureaucracy (Parish Board of Guardians) when Snow attempts to have the source of contamination removed.

This well-written story is told over a period of days in which over 500 people died.

This medical mystery was interesting to read. I enjoyed following the good doctor, his patients, his friends. The sad coincidences in their lives and the occasional happy outcome keep me reading well past my bedtime.

The Doctor of Broad Street is a little bit like a journal, which is precisely the problem with this book. There's too much detail - bland detail. Detail in the right places makes a story colorful, but here is just sort of bores you. The daily chores of a person, even if that person is a doctor, is no way to start a book, especially if you're doing to go through 45 pages of exactly that and pretty much nothing else.

Another problem for me personally was a little too much medical detail (all the blood spilling, all the guts and ooze). I realize that is more my problem than a problem of the book, though.

Basically, I made it through 70 pages. This book isn't for me.

I've received this book from the publisher in exchange to an honest review.