Just got off a plane reading The Curious Incident Of A Dog At The Night-Time. Bought it at an airport and then ploughed through it for the duration of the flight.

I didn’t enjoy it as much as I should’ve. A whole party of kids were raising a cacophony and the guy sitting next to me was humming. It was horrible: noisy and claustrophobic, plus the little girl behind me was kicking every few seconds.

A note about the aforementioned book: it was hilarious the first time around (I read the first few pages in Amazon early last year). But as the flight wore on the book grew less and less funny … I’m not sure if that was the way it was meant to be, or if it was the horrible reading conditions on that plane. I guess I’ll never know.

I’ve found a possible equivalent online, though. Horton’s Folly is written so tongue in cheek you can’t help but laugh. A delight to read, nevermind if you never know if it’s fiction or not.