Where is the strangest place you’ve ever read a book? OR… Where is the strangest place you’ve ever found a crazy-good book, unexpectedly?
I sat and thought about this for a while, and I don’t really think anyplace I’ve read would be considered strange. Movie Theater before the movie starts is really the best I could come up with. Strangest place I ever found a crazy-good book unexpectedly was in a bowling alley. Someone left it behind with a note that said…”Take it if you want, then pass it on in the same way.” That’s how I discovered Janet Evanovich years ago. I took it home, read it, loved it, then left it for someone to find in a restaurant.
What about you?