My answers? F train/ Forever War/ New Yorker/ I can’t read newspapers on the subway because I never mastered the art of the graceful fold.
I love sneaking looks at the covers of books people are reading–and also making snap judgements about them based on the book.
There was that period where every person on the subway was holding a copy of Harry Potter, and there are still a lot of copies of Twilight out there.
For a while I really wanted to read The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet after I saw someone reading it on the subway. I hadn’t heard of it, but I was instantly intrigued. It has a huge trim size and diagrams drawn in the margins. I spent the whole ride trying to peer over the poor guy’s shoulder.
(Then I read some reviews and it didn’t sound as good as it looked.)
I was recently reading The Penderwicks (for ages 9-12) on my way home one night, when a lady turned to me and said, “Summer reading?”
Yeah, lady, I’m 24 and I attend second grade.
But anyway, we struck up a conversation, and she busily name-dropped her Friend Who Won a Newbery Award while I tried to explain that although I work in children’s books I don’t know That Novel She’s Mentioning That Her Son Really Likes Right Now.
And this is why kindles will end the world as subway riders know it.