Let's face it you never read anything on the plane. Your mind just won't do it. Too much to grab your attention. The book shops at the airport tempt you with all sorts of literary horrors that try to get you in with stories of sex and self improvement. I think you gain your own enlightenment along the way. My regime of ruthless under packing this time sees me packing only one book. No not the Bible but very close. It's Anthony Trollop's The Barchester Chronicles, quite a laugh (in its own way), from the era of the horse and cart.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
What to read on the plane
Let's face it you never read anything on the plane. Your mind just won't do it. Too much to grab your attention. The book shops at the airport tempt you with all sorts of literary horrors that try to get you in with stories of sex and self improvement. I think you gain your own enlightenment along the way. My regime of ruthless under packing this time sees me packing only one book. No not the Bible but very close. It's Anthony Trollop's The Barchester Chronicles, quite a laugh (in its own way), from the era of the horse and cart.
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