But, alas, I do my best.

I read on the train to and from work each day (with a commute that ranges from 40 minutes to nearly two hours, depending on where I catch the train, where I’m headed, and what day of the week it is (weekends have no express trains…booooo). Though admittedly, and this week specifically, I’ve found myself caught in conversation for many of my train rides which, though perhaps more enjoyable than reading in crowded but solitary silence, is not conducive to finishing a book with any specific degree of expedience.

However, I will tell you this: Crosley’s rhythm of speech (or, rather, writing) and turns of phrases have left me the annoying guy, laughing on the train during what is, for many, a 6am commute. My fellow passengers may hate me, but I’m really loving this book.