For the first time in ages, I read a whole book in a day. That’s the glory of travelling by train, although the journey from London to Preston only took two hours (Two hours! Amazingly fast – It’s the first time I’ve travelled all the way to the north west on the completed West Coast Mainline, so it’s a good job my book wasn’t a weighty tome.) It was Lucky by Alice Sebold and it was a fairly grim read, but quite compelling. I started it at lunch as I boarded the train and finished it on the Tube on the way home.
Very satisfying. Very satisfying indeed.