I have been a hardy commuter for six weeks now. I have left the house in the dark, I have seen the sun rise over the sheep-spotted  salt marshes of Kent, and I have jostled my way through the woven thread of lives passing briefly as we all march off to work.

I love the fact there is a woman who gets on my train who cannot wait those few minutes more before she starts reading. As soon as she reaches her designated spot on the platform, she opens her bag and brings forth her latest book, pausing only to get on the train before continuing. What passion for reading, what commitment to the author who worked so hard to bring forth their vision. If only all readers could be like her.