What You're Reading

In one of my very first posts on this blog, I mentioned that I'm the kind of person who will read over your shoulder on the Underground, if I don't have anything on me to read at the time. I found myself in such a situation on Saturday, so I whipped out the notebook and jotted down what other people were reading. So in amongst about 30 copies of London Lite, there was Angels and Demons, The Interpretation of Murder and The God Delusion. Do I sense some kind of vague theme here? There was also a man a few seats down reading with his elbows on his knees, so the cover was face down. I studied him quite intently, but his face didn't give anything away about the subject matter (unlike the woman reading The Interpretation of Murder, who was smiling). There was another woman towards the other end of the carriage whose book, strain as I might (and clearly I was straining quite hard, since I got some very odd looks), I couldn't make out the title of. The lovely thing was though, almost everyone was reading something, and barely an iPod in sight.

"Shhhh! This is the Underground. People are trying to read!"