during the riots, as reported in the newsreel, almost all the shops in Clapham were smashed and looted. except for one. Waterstone's, the ephemeral bookstore, remained untouched, standing tall one Tuesday morning.
books are not as desired as a new pair of trainers or a new mobile phone. but i practically know someone who is into reading. i'm not sure if it's showing off her credentials or she really loves to decipher the pages upon pages of paragraphs. i'm sure it's the latter. but you know sometimes reading a big book in public is akin to the ostentatious display of a new gear from JD Sports or the priceless Chanel purse.
i don't see any of my intimate friends read a book in the train. i have to find out if it's such a dorky activity for them. but i see a lot of Londoners poking their heads into a scintilla of paperbacks in the tube. that means less noise in the carriage. and in the bigger picture, peace on earth? maybe.
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