Finished The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time. Like Titus Groan long ago, it's a book that simply erases one's identity and reality and substitutes its own for the duration of its reading. Like Titus Groan too, I'm not sure the book reality is one I want terribly much, but RL being as it's been this week I treasure the fact of not being myself for a little while at least. Like being drunk or drugged without the hangover or the side-effects.
And it certainly gets the London Tube experience absolutely spot on.
