Having spotted this book on a fellow BookCrossers bookshelf, and being too impatient to join the bookray which was already about fifteen people long, I went out and bought my own copy the next day.

It's a very difficult book to characterise, perhaps because it started life as an internet novel. A Bakerloo Line tube train travelling between Embankment and Elephant & Castle has 253 seats, including the driver's. All seats are filled, but not all of the occupants will be alive by the end of the seven-and-a-half minute journey; the driver will fall asleep and the train will crash at the end of the line. Each passenger - their outward appearance, inside information, and what they are doing or thinking - is succinctly described in 253 words.

The novel contains equal amounts of humour and poignancy which will stay with me with a long time, especially as it has spooky similarities to the real-life Moorgate tube crash in 1975, in which 43 people tragically died. If you find yourself unable to buy, beg, borrow or steal this book, check out the original internet version at http://www.ryman-novel.com

Received at the London Meetup! It was great to meet you all! Looking forward to reading this book.

I thought this was a great book as I love people watching and I could do it any time of day :) I didn't read it cover to cover but I would flick through and pick out people to browse. It definitely gave a fascinating glimpse into people's lives. This book is now off on a journey downunder. A sydney bookcrosser shall be receiving it shortly as I snuck it into their birthday parcel. Happy Birthday NB!

Yey! Received this with a bucket load of treasure for my birthday from Kuju! She's the best!

I finally finished reading this a few weeks ago. Its funny reading it on the train as I find myself assesing my fellow passengers differently. State Rail does offer up all number of freaks for me to enjoy my trip into work with though.

For example, today on my train to work, I sat next to a guy who decided that now would be a good time to shell his boiled eggs by first tapping the egg shell on the carriage wall and then shelling them noisily into a plastic bag, and stinking out the carriage with boiled egg fumes. Argh! Where do these freaks come from??

I shall be releasing this soon.

Will be releasing this at the Sydney BC meetup for July at the Arthouse