During the final few days of the Hong Kong Literary Festival I saw plenty of books at the events, and I saw a lot of books around town, too. After meeting so many inspiring writers I spent a lot of the weekend writing. There were people reading in the coffee shops where I sat with my laptop and my copy of Rhubarb. There were people reading at bus stops and even in the cinema, but it was hard to see the titles. I saw a schoolgirl reading Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami on the MTR. I saw someone else reading a book called December. I counted just two Chinese books in people's hands this week, plus two graphic novels and a few textbooks.
What are people reading in your town this weekend?