Whatcha Readin'?

Random Peeve.


I'll set the scene.


My hands propping open a worn cover. Elbows resting on my stomach. Sitting with my legs tucked closely underneath the seat. Eyes focusing on the typed words. Shutting out noise around me.

For some untold reason, I look like I'm begging to be asked:

"Whatcha readin'?" (As if I decided to pick up the book to start a conversation. Of course, that's never where the questions end.)

"What's it about?"  (I attempt to compare to some bestselling book I've assumed the questioner has heard of. She hasn't, of course.)

"Is it good?" (Since Apple has yet to invent a device allowing reading through osmosis, how could I know what is going on in the book while I'm making small talk?... and I decide to refrain from being a smartass and say "yep. so far," instead.)