On the train coming into work there was the usual silence as we all sat down pulled off our scarf's and settled down to read a good book. One girl opened up a hardback copy of a Sophie Kinsella book (couldn't catch the title) with a bright pink cover. But she then scanned the carriage, saw me reading a Penguin and there was a man opposite her who must have been reading something quite heavyweight because she took the cover off and sat there reading a dark blue bound book that could have been anything.
I've never seen anything like that before and she would have been in real trouble if it had been a paperback. It's a shame to feel ashamed of what you are reading - at least your reading something.