I Found a Book that wasn't lost...
So the occasional piece of litter in the front garden isn't unusual.
Today it was - I found a book. Whole, intact, and deliberately dumped in my garden.
It wasn't chucked away by an annoyed kid, or dropped by an unusually literate drunk, it was "released".
It seems there is a whole community of politely-subversive book-lovers out there, determined to sneak their love onto others. They leave books in unusual, public places for others to find, read and pass on the same way. They meet at BookCrossing.com
It was called Cracks, by Sheila Kohler, not really my cup of tea, but I like the BookCrossing idea, so I've wrapped it in plastic, labelled it up, and it's ready to send on its way. I may leave it in the countryside somewhere.