What went wrong? Nothing and everything.

You had to live in your own bubble. You couldn't force your way into someone else's, because then it wouldn't be a bubble any more.

What harm has he ever done to you?' 'You know what harm he's done me. He offended me with his terrible taste.

You'll remember someone who broke your heart, and you'll think to yourself, 'Oh yes, I remember how that feels.' But you can't.

Life isn't, and has never been, a 2-0 home victory after a fish and chip lunch.

Surely we all occasionally buy books because of a daydream we're having - a little fantasy about the people we might turn into one day, when our lives are different, quieter, more introspective, and when all the urgent reading, whatever that might be, has been done. We never arrive at that point, needless to say.

Several months later, and I have finally read one of the three (books), even though I wanted to read all three of them immediately. What happened in between? Other books, is what happened. Other books, other moods, other obligations, other appetites, other reading journeys.