I’ve done something silly today. There I was, coming back home on the train, having had a copy of my first book on hand. And while I sat there in the jam packed carriage, top floor, by the window and crammed in, I thought why not leave the book for someone to pick up and take home. Of course, why would I do that right? I actually got to thinking how many hands a book can change. It’s like currency, isn’t it? So I kind of wanted to see if anyone who came upon the book would participate. So, I left the book, with a message on the inside for whom ever comes across it.
I even set up a Twitter account (@solobooktravel) they can tag if anyone participates in tracing the journey of an unknown book by an unknown author. The small fish in a rather large ocean. See if it can even cause a tiny bit of wave.
I don’t know what will come of this if any, but I’ve got nothing to loose and a weird curiosity that could be somehow satisfied. Let’s see what happens now. Lol. What can I say, I was bored on the train.