It's always been a fantasy of mine to spot someone on the tube (aka London Underground) reading one of my books. I don't think I would ever actually say anything to them. It might be just a little too odd. (Though possibly I might have to say something, just to explain why I was looking at them like a stalker and grinning weirdly to myself.)



So far it's never happened, but I learnt yesterday that the next best thing has. Maybe it's an even better thing, I don't know. You decide.… Continue