Do you talk to strangers about books, especially when you see someone reading a book?
No, not really. If I see people reading, I'm always drawn to see what the book is, and sometimes I might imagine saying something about it, but I rarely do. I talk to strangers on occasion, but usually they instigate the conversation; I'm not good at doing that.
In Oxford there lies a small river island called Paxton's Eyot.
From page 56:
While she waited for the forgery, Hedwig concentrated on the remaining elements of the plan.
The Thief on the Winged Horse
The Kendrick family have run their world-famous doll-making business in near isolation since the early 1800s. Only family members are permitted to work for the firm, and only the men know the closely guarded secrets of the workshop. Because Kendricks' dolls aren't coveted for the craftsmanship alone. Each doll has a specific emotion laid on it by its maker. A magic that can make the beholder feel Bucolic Bliss, Heady Optimism or even Consuming Paranoia at a single touch.
Persephone Kendrick longs to break tradition and learn the doll-makers craft, but instead must fulfill a woman's role, working on the shop floor. When a handsome stranger arrives claiming doll-making talent and a blood tie to the family, she sees a chance to grasp all she desires.
But then, one night, the family's most valuable doll is stolen. Only someone with knowledge of magic could have taken her. Only a Kendrick could have committed this crime...