Have you ever been sitting in a library (or on a bench, or a train, etc.) when you realize that the person next to you has acquired a strange spinal position to observe the title of whatever you're reading? Of course, you politely lift the cover a bit so they can see without risking paralysis. There is nodding. And mutterings of good author that...ooh...ah... And then... silence. A long and drawn out space completely devoid of sound. And then one person breaks it.
Person 1: I read a book by that author once, can't remember the title though. Hmm... Well, either way, it was really good.
You: Oh. Well. That's interesting. Was it... (pull title out of air)?
Person 1: No.
You: Oh.
Painful gap of empty air ensues
But sometimes there are great conversations to be had in libraries. I've discovered all sorts of titles and authors through aimless book chat. Once or twice I have joined in a heated quality control debate about some novel or other.
*same scenario*
But sometimes there are great conversations to be had in libraries. I've discovered all sorts of titles and authors through aimless book chat. Once or twice I have joined in a heated quality control debate about some novel or other.
*same scenario*
