I just downloaded 'On The Road' by Jack Kerouac to read on my Ipod while commuting back and forth to my job.
This is so wrong on so many levels I think they may have to invent a couple just to satisfy the wrongness.
Wait – did I mention that I decided to finally read this book while reading a fashion article in VOGUE loosely based on the styles that the characters would probably have worn? Oh, and it sits on the Kindle bookshelf next to the second installment of 50 Shades of Grey.
That ought to do it.