Today I saw a man standing in the middle of Leeds town centre with two boards hanging off him.
At first, I thought, ‘He is probably advertising a club.’
But I read the writing, because when one sees writing, one reads it. It is inevitable. It was just regular writing. Nothing brilliant or fancy or popping. Just blue words on a white board.
The words said, ‘If you like reading books, please take a flyer.’
Or SOMETHING like that. And I do. Like reading books. Dream of writing a book, that is. A wonderful fantastic book.
So I asked for a flyer.
What has this guy got to say?
Well, he wrote a book. He said that he had a dream to be in the league of JK Rowling and Suzanne Collins, and a New York Times Bestseller.
Well, that is certainly a dream, alright.
He is very humble in his words. He says he thinks he wrote a special book, and he is not going to try to convince us that it is the best book, but to keep him in mind if we are looking for something to read.
If you like reading books, check it out. I do not think you will be disappointed. And I do think that somebody who hangs boards on his back in the middle of town centre with a big smile on his face deserves to have his book read.