I do a lot of my reading on the commute to work these days. Working in London, it’s easy to get pulled into the manic rush, to squeeze yourself onto trains, race to catch connections, run to catch a bus. More than once I’ve been swept up in the panic of missing a train but I try to remind myself it’s not wasted time. It’s more time I can spend reading and that can’t be a bad thing. On Monday I got caught out, reading the last ten pages of Sarah Perry’s After Me Comes The Flood at lunchtime and I didn’t want to head home without anything to read, so I headed down to Waterstones to pick up a few books. Ignoring the fact that currently I work in an office filled with books, because I am in serious denial about my book buying.