The only good thing about the shit conference that I attended today in Derby was that I got to read the whole of Paul Auster's Oracle Night on the journey.
Just after I took out the book from my bag, I spotted Jacqui from R___ on my train. Fuck, I don't want to chit chat, I just want to read. She didn't see me, so I exhaled in relief and turned the first page.
At Derby station, I ran into Jacqui. No avoiding her this time round. She was carrying a copy of The Lovely Bones, by Alice Sebold.
"We're about an hour early," she said. "I might get a coffee and read my book for a bit."
"That sounds lovely. I'll join you, if I may."