"Why do you bring your books with you, anyway?" She asked one afternoon on their ride back to Strawford station. "To read, obviously," he replied sarcastically. "Jesus. You're dumb. I mean, how can you read in this crowd? How do you focus?" "Well, I just kind of forget about everything around me when I'm reading." "You mean you lose yourself in the book?" "Yeah. Something like that." Except that he knew better; he often found himself in books, instead of losing it.