I bought Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance a long time ago and its sat next to my bed for ages. Eventually it moved to the bookshelf. Then a girl mentioned it totally out of the blue (I like that: it indicates to me that it’s constantly at the front of her mind, so it must be meaningful) and she insisted that I read it.

I’m now enthralled. Originally published in 1974, this book has lost none of its relevance. I guess that’s what makes it a classic. So far it seems the author thinks a lot like I do, and he feels like an outsider as a result.

I’ll post more when I pass the 100 page mark (where, apparently, it starts to get really good.)