I am currently in between reads. I finished The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas and now am impatiently waiting for my sister to finish Andre Agassi’s new autobiography Open so I can read it. I’m a big tennis fan and my sister professes that it has the best opening chapter she’s ever read.  
So, as I was saying…I’m currently sans book. Which means, my commute is spent reading the Metro or looking at what other people are reading – and, I’ll admit, passing some mental judgement based on what book it is.  City Boy reading science fiction – “I bet he got roped into the city job but doesn’t like it”. Young girl reading Twilight – ‘Bet she was just pressured into reading it ’cause all her friends are’. That sort of thing.

So when the Metro flagged up a blogger wittily Stereotyping People by their Favourite Authors, I couldn’t help but check it out. She makes some good points including…

Stephanie Meyer – People who type like this: OMG. Mah fAvvv <3 <3.
Margaret Atwood – Women whose favourite colour in hunter green
Ernest Hemingway – Men who own cottages
Dan Brown – People who used to get lost in supermarkets when they were kids

Not sure what my last and upcoming read would say about me, but our very own Christopher Buckley features on the list too – and I’m a big fan of his writing. What stereotype does that put me in? People who love excess verbiage.

Guilty.

Chiara Priorelli, Publicity Manager