Book: The 39 Steps
A classic thriller.
The first few chapters seemed strangely familiar. Could I have read this before? It was possible, but I didn’t think so. I continued to read. More memories presented themselves, but not quite true to the book. Discussion with D helped me figure out what was going on. I’d fallen asleep watching the film version, at a friends house. (I do that a lot, fall asleep mid-film, and if I happen to be at a mates house at the time, so be it). Anyway, the good thing was I must have been dead to the world snoring my little heart out dreaming of assam tea and carrot cake served on fine white china, because I had no recollection of the ending. So, I enjoyed the book.
