This week I took the ferry out to Discovery Bay on Lantau Island. On the way there, a man was reading Matterhorn: A Novel of the Vietnam War by Karl Marlantes. Disco Bay is an expat enclave that looks a little like San Diego. People drive around on golf carts, and there's a plaza with a collection of chain restaurants, a Dymocks' bookstore, and an assortment of palm trees. The plaza was filled with Western kids running around in the safe, spacious environment. We had dinner with some friends who live on a houseboat with enough space for a small library. It was an unexpected side of Hong Kong that I don't encounter in my crowded, urban life. On the return ferry, I spotted a girl reading The Hunger Games, which is becoming an increasingly common sight over here. I spotted a Chinese man on the MTR reading a hardback with a cover like a red-checked tablecloth called French Children Don't Throw Food. I only spotted two Chinese books this week, plus one Lonely Planet guidebook to China.