From a sort of recent Publisher's Weekly, "A Day in the Life of a Book Publicist":
8:30 a.m. Stop at Starbucks. Order venti latte and think about how ridiculous it is that the store sells The Kite Runner. Who hasn't read that yet?
8:46 a.m. Get on subway. Notice that the person sitting across from you is reading Eat, Pray, Love. Again, who hasn't read that yet?
I thought of this while sitting on the bus today reading Eat, Pray, Love, which I recently received as a gift from my oldest and dearest childhood friend. She wrote a lovely inscription, admitting that, yes, this was totally a commercial Starbucks kind of book, but that in it, Elizabeth Gilbert reminded her of a cross between the two of us. It was so sweet and thoughtful, how could I not pick it up immediately?
Still, I couldn't help but feel that at least one of my fellow commuters was probably judging me.