Screen Burn

Promises don't come much emptier than the 'laugh out loud funny', no matter how many times I'm told this by book covers, movie trailers, west-end musicals and adoring parents of small children, I never fail to be left audibly muted. For me, it's 'weep in silence austerity' every time. So imagine my surprise as I read the very first two pages of my new book and laugh. Out loud. Funny, I thought, that's never happened before. I read more, I laugh more. And more and more and more. My new book is one of the funniest, biting, harshest, wittiest, ingenious books I've ever read. Way way too funny. Too funny to read. On the tube I'm snorting and snuffling into my collar, on the train I'm spasming with self-restraint, on the buses I'm choking with each page-turn. The stares I'm getting, the glares I'm netting, it's all too much. So I've decided to leave the book at home, to only read it within these four walls. However, as I spend so little time here, this means it will probably never get read, I guess sometimes you can have too much of a good thing.