This November has pretty much been characterised for me by reading on-the-go—and not always exactly as intended. Reading on my long-haul plane ride to the US was ideal—but then there was the time I was so engrossed in Little Women that I went north instead of south on the Victoria line and ended up in Finsbury Park before I even realised. Even worse was the time I took a three-hour ferry-and-train combo from the Isle of Wight, before discovering I had left behind the sole copy of the annotated manuscript I was due to hand in at 5pm that afternoon. Yeah, there was a bit of extra travelling involved in that cock-up. So it’s lucky I’ve had such brilliant books on hand to keep me company!

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