Besides giggling at commuters openly snoring on long train rides, my other pasttime is to play Spot-The-Reader during my daily commute.
I become ridiculously giddy when I see strangers reading out in public. Even more so if it’s a book I’ve read; I feel like I’ve bonded with them, made a special connection.
But even if it’s a book I haven’t read or seen before I feel like I understand someone better and looking at someone’s book choice always reminds me to never judge a book by its cover (I laugh at my own jokes).
I want to go up to them and demand to know where in the book they’re up to and give them recommendations and ask them what their opinions are on their novel. I want to make my morning commute a little less predictable.
But not only is that creepy but the unspoken rule amongst readers is that if someone is reading, they should remain uninterrupted. Which is fair enough; if I am halfway through a denouement and I am interrupted, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.
Which is a shame because although we joke about using books as a means of escape and alone time, books can be used as a way to bond with the people around us like sharing and discussing its ideas, or just bonding over the sheer basic joy of loving the story.
(Today’s post was inspired by watching a student get so into ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’, she nearly missed her train).