'The Man Who Fell To Earth' by Walter Tevis

I started this book while waiting for a bus, read while on the bus, then continued reading when walking through town, eyes focused on the pages as though the text guided me to my destination. I can't remember the last time I read a fiction book while walking around.

Having a lot of work the last few days, I've only just got round to finishing the last few chapters. I've never seen the film adaptation, and didn't know anything about the story beyond the titular man falls to earth, and was pleasantly surprised by this elegant little SF classic (first published 1963). I was gripped by the story of Thomas Jerome Newton going native on Earth: Thomas and I panicked together during a particularly distressing scene, and I shared in his melancholy.

I don't know where I'm was going to go with this. There's a nice new edition out if you want to read it yourself, and don't want a old movie tie-in edition from the days before they could print photographs on book covers.