Someone walked by me and my husband while we were driving the other day. She was not only reading a book while approaching an intersection, she was also wearing a hood. Perhaps too brave for me. My husband goes, “what, is the book really that good?” I didn’t want to admit out loud that I had done it before. I was the one driving, and was not close enough to read the cover…I also probably would have hit her, proving all this hit-by-a-bus mayhem, had I attempted to see for which book this young lady was risking her life.
I came out of the subway this morning at the World Trade Center site reading “The Shutter of Snow” — tricky business between the particular book and the particularly large rush of people I had to wade through.