Spotted on a Central Line train recently – alongside some discarded newspapers – a copy of a slim book, left (I like to think) for someone to find and read.

Which book is it, you ask? Well, it was none other than the Tao Te Ching by Lao-Tse, a frankly terrific read if you’re looking for a more meaty read than the usual papers dished out to London commuters.

I’d like to think this was my first encounter with the BookCrossing phenomenon, though as I didn’t peek at the book itself (I already have a copy), I can neither confirm nor deny…