The Guardian

has a [iece on books yielding escape in the throes of travel. It was a pleasure to note that I have read many of the books cited, especially Ian McEwan's choice of Herzog, read while bumming through Greece as a teenager. I read it here, with my mates but I did read the latest McEwan while flying across Northern Indiana in a less than unblemished white Ford Focus.

I believe these are tricky situations but I believe I will always recall reading The Sound and the Fury in London circa 2004 and Me Against My Brother (by Scott Peterson) en route to my brother's wedding in San Francisco in 2000.