London is becoming snow-bound and the taxi queue outside Paddington Station stretches way beyond the limits of the station canopy. Twenty-something Abe Rivers is returning from his reverse-commute to Reading and, loving the snow, is set on walking home from Paddington when something makes him take a second look at the man at the end of the queue.
At only 200 pages, it is one to read at a sitting on a long lazy summer afternoon in a shade-dappled garden. Indulge.