The Book That Traveled the World

I left a copy of my favorite novel on a bench in Lisbon this spring, with a note inside: "Please read this, then leave it somewhere for the next person. Write where you found it." I wrote my email address at the bottom.

Three weeks later, I got an email from a student in Madrid. "Found it on a train. Loved it. Leaving it in a café." A month later: a retired teacher in Marseille. Then a backpacker in Rome. Then a grandmother in Vienna who'd read it to her grandson.

Seven emails so far, from six countries. Each person sends a photo of where they left it. It's sat on a park bench by the Danube, in a ferry terminal in Greece and on a bakery counter in Croatia.

I have no idea where it is right now. I check my email every morning, hoping for the next chapter. It's the best story I've ever been part of.