Where do you read yours? - Karen Bush
I read everywhere and anywhere it's possible; and especially when I'm in the middle of a knicker-gripping page turner of a book, I can find it very hard to put it down. I end up being late for appointments, and the book will invariably go everywhere with me in the hope that I can grab a few more minutes with it. I read books on buses and trains (the only good thing about commuting to a job I had in London once was the pleasure of three and a bit hours of reading time on the train), I read upstairs in bed, and downstairs on the sofa: I've even been known to absent-mindedly push the Hoover round with one hand while reading from a book held in the other. At school I mastered the art of reading from a book concealed beneath the desk on my knee. I read while waiting in the hairdressers to collect my Mum: I used to read in the pub when the conversation turned to boring stuff about car engines and motorbikes. I read while in the dentist's waiting room (and would read while he ...