Since becoming a daily London commuter, I've evolved into 3 things: 1. The person who has their music up so loudly that they can't hear themselves singing along to it. 2. If the train doors open in front of me I feel invincible (and maybe like sometimes, never, all the time every time I punch the air. No biggie). And 3. A reader. No, not of minds, dear god, could you imagine, but of books.
I've read a shit load these last few months, and as I'm procrastinating at collage and I'm on a blogging role (count it, 2 in a week) let's start a reading thing (I would say club, but Becki is scared to commitment of any kind unless there is extreme amounts of glitter and tequila involved).
I liked it. It follows Rob through his 'Top 5 Break Ups of All Time' where he looks back on his failed relationships with women. Granted I think the writing is geared towards male readers, I found the humour and characters relatable, dislikeable and loveable, in a kind of way that you've adopted a group of friends.