I cannot believe that some people have the need to define everything so literally that it takes the joy out of it.
For example, this guy is so hung up on the fact that I called a non-fiction book a novel, that he can’t even read the rest of my review. I thought that we had moved past the time when “novels” and “novellas” were dirty words compared to “masterpieces of non-fiction.” I thought that we had moved on to a time where we did not have to label and define and tear everything down to the molecular level to determine what something is. Yes, this story is non-fiction, but it is still that: A STORY. Based in fact, with factual evidence, but it is still a story, book, novel, all of the above.
If “One Minute to Midnight” or “The guns of August” or “The Right Stuff” were only books without a storyline, they might still be found in the non-fiction section of the library, but I doubt anyone would have enjoyed reading them that was not a cold-hearted scientist on the wrong book website.