From Amazon.com:
In her first novel, award-winning Indian screenwriter Arundhati Roy conjures a whoosh of wordplay that rises from the pages like a brilliant jazz improvisation. The God of Small Things is nominally the story of young twins Rahel and Estha and the rest of their family, but the book feels like a million stories spinning out indefinitely; it is the product of a genius child-mind that takes everything in and transforms it in an alchemy of poetry. The God of Small Things is at once exotic and familiar to the Western reader, written in an English that's completely new and invigorated by the Asian Indian influences of culture and language.

Product Description:
Southern India 1969. Here, armed only with the invincible innocence of children, Rahel and Esthappen fashion a childhood for themselves in the shade of the wreck that is their family: their lonely, lovely mother, who loves by night the same man her children adore by day...their blind grandmother, who plays Handel on her violin...their beloved uncle, A Rhodes Scholar pickle baron, radical Marxist, bottom-pincher...their enemy, an ex-nun and incumbent grandaunt...and the ghost of an imperial entomologist's moth. But when their English cousin and her mother arrive for a Christmas visit, the twins learn that things can change in an instant, that lives can twist into new, ugly shapes, even cease forever. The brilliantly plotted story uncoils with an agonizing sense of foreboding and inevitability. Yet nothing prepares you for what lies at the heart of it.

I own this in hardbook in Australia. I bought this copy for 50p in a charity store last week specifically to release into the wild. I released a copy at the Buddhist Peace Pagoda in Battersea Park last year and it was caught and journalled. So I thought I would continue with the religious theme and release this on the steps of St Paul's some time this week.

A friend and I were wandering around the Square Mile on a lovely late-summer Saturday evening when we chanced upon this book on the steps of St Paul's Cathedral. I initially thought the bag would contain a book of scripture, they being the only kind of free book usually available, but was pleased and surprised to find The God Of Small Things, which is one of those books I'd always vaguely meant to read after recommendations from friends.

Reading the post below it's a bit odd to see it's dated February 2006 and it is now September. Maybe the book fell down a wormhole or a rip in the space-time continuum or something. :)

I think I'll release the book at a main-line London station.

Here is a photo of the book in the wild, just after its capture:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonanamary/238613715/

CAUGHT IN LONDON UK

RELEASE NOTES:

This was left on the steps of St Pauls at about 6.5pm.

I'm delighted to see that the book has already been found and journalled, even before I had a chance to make release notes. I didn't release this in February as planned but finally did so today - it was on spec so I didn't make release notes beforehand. I was a little bit worried in case it was spotted and classed as a security risk but thankfully it was found by a 'real person'! Thank you for the journal entry and the photo link - it means a lot. I hope you will consider joining BookCrossing - it can be a lot of fun.