One time I got on the bus and there was a big sketchy-looking dude, definitely on something, sitting at the back laughing hysterically. Out of common sense I kept my distance at first, but I was kind of looking at him out of the corner of my eye to see what was going on, and I saw he was reading a book. This guy was literally almost rolling on the floor laughing, and I decided I have to find out what this book is.

Being a… not very large person myself this was sketchy, but he seemed to be oblivious to everything else around him so I sat opposite kind of close to see what book this jacked-up crackhead was losing his shit over. It was Bridget Jones’ Diary. I still haven’t read it but I think that’s a good recommendation.