I went to Wigtown this morning (it’s known as Scotland’s book town; it’s a small village with about 10 bookshops). I got off the bus, walked into Scotland’s largest second-hand bookshop and the first book I see the title of is the Charlotte Brontë‘s Villette which is—the book I’ve been reading for the past week. I would say it’s bizarre, but I’m just getting used to it.