My name is Jason a and I have just met the most incredible woman, on Charlotte Street. Well, I say 'met'. I sort of held her bags for a second. But she smiled at me! And it was this amazing smile. Of course, I don't know her name, or anything about her at all. But I do happen to have something of hers. She left behind one of those old-school disposable cameras. Iave got it. Itas here in front of me. So there are two things I could now do: I could develop the photos. See her again, see her life. Maybe work out a way of finding her. Find that smile. Or I could chuck it in a bin like a grown-up. Iam fairly sure one of those ideas is a good one. Iam fairly sure the other might be illegal. Look, if you were me... what would you do?The picture hung in the window, smudged and already ignored by a couple, huddled together and heads down, like a team ... bright green Crown 8: Anchor on the corner of Rodney Place, next to the windscreen repair centre, just opposite the estate. ... Already, I felt like a proper music reviewer, representing my paper.
|Publisher||:||Random House - 2012-05-10|