There is a guy sitting across from me on the train, at this very moment, reading an English John Grisham novel. The way he's holding it it is impossible for me not to notice, and not to assume he speaks English.
Am I supposed to say something to him? Am I the genki gaijin who'll make his night by asking, "Good book?"
Because I just finished a terrible day of work, I'm tired, there are black circles under my eyes, and Ive never been one who enjoys talking to people.
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Funny because just the other day i was sitting in a cafe in Nha Trang, reading my Margaret Atwood novel, and some girl leaned over and said "that is an awesome book!".
We ended up chatting for about 25 minutes, and exchanged e-mails.
It had been a while since i had such a great conversation with somebody. And she was from Toronto.
if I remember correctly, you do enjoy a Grisham novel. Or at least the 8th grade version of you did.
Haha, I did read a few airport novels back then, didnt I? (As I slowly lower my Twilight sequel)
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