So, I was sitting on the subway (re)reading this book. It’s a pretty shitty book from a literary perspective–somewhat more sophisticated than faddish-business Lit like Who Moved My Cheese?–but I have to read the book, so I do.
I suddenly sat up straight and looked around the car, wide-eyed, as if I’d heard a fire alarm or the conductor calling my name over the intercom. Other people might think I was reading the Bible! How embarrassing! I’d rather be caught reading just about anything else (including what I was actually reading, by far). Danielle Steele. Thomas Friedman. The National Review. Mein Kampf. A NAMBLA publication.