Roommate and I, lounging on the couch, each with a netbook in our lap, reading fic. I've got some Inception on the go, and she's searching for some good Sherlock. Suddenly,
Her, laughing: "Sherlock Holmes is a reluctant racehorse. John Watson is-"
Me: A horse whisperer?
Her: That'd be better! No, he's "a broken police horse from New York City".
Me: ...
Her: It's twenty chapters long.
Me: Click on
it.
Her: No!
Me: Yes!
And now we're reading each other bits and pieces from it. A clever author could probably pull this off, actually. This author just really, really likes horses.