|On the platform, reading by Mo Riza (CC)|
I was reading The Age of Miracles while I waited for the subway last night. And I was feeling kind of tired and grumpy (not uncommon during rush hour), until someone interrupted me:
Woman (smiling): "Excuse me."
(She had to say it twice because like a lot of regular subway riders, my first impulse is always to ignore anyone who is trying to talk to me.)
Me (Gearing up to give directions on how to get to Niketown. This request happens a lot, and I will never understand why tourists want to go to Niketown so bad. It's a shoe store, folks.): "Yeah?"
Woman (Still smiling, even though I am being kind of standoffish): "Is that The Age of Miracles?"
Me (looking down at my book, even though I know what I am reading, durr): "Um, yeah!"
Woman (walking up the stairs toward her train): "It's so good. You'll love it!"
Me (calling after her): "Oh, cool! Good to hear that. Thanks!"
I got on my train, now smiling, and kept reading. A 30-second exchange with another reader is always a ticket out of a grumbly mood.
The way books connect people, even in the rush-hour subway, in the is pretty awesome.
When's the last time you had a random conversation about a book?