Story about this book which has nothing to do with the book: once upon a time I worked at a place with few local options for dining out at lunch. Co-workers introduced me to a little hole-in-the-wall diner with good food, good service and dodgy electrics. I became a regular, eating alone when no one else from work was going. (Some people have a fear of this, but it's never bothered me. I always have a book.) One day, another regular whom I had seen but not spoken to walked over and asked why I frequently ate alone. I explained that I was surrounded with people eight hours a day and therefore enjoyed a bit of peace and quiet at lunch. He sat down and proceeded to talk. (?) We became friends and regularly ate lunch together. He mostly discussed his family and I mostly discussed books. He frequently talked about Lord of the Flies, the only book he had ever read cover to cover. Can you imagine having read only one book your entire life??? Yet we found other things in common and although neither of us works near that diner these days, we're still Christmas Card Friends.