I started a Henry Rollins book and let me tell you, don't read Solipsist as a commuting book. For the first 20 pages I was reading it to and from work, getting fifteen minute snippets of something along the lines of, "I hate myself, I punch myself in the face so when the real torture comes I'll be prepared..." I stopped reading it for a few days because, surprise surprise, it was not entertaining me on the train.
I picked it up again and started reading at cafes and at home. I'm only in the 60-something pages now and the mood does not change. But it's a waaaaaay better book this way. I forget that somethings aren't meant to be read in little sittings where you're just trying to pass the time but this is my first Rollins book so how was I supposed to know! Confederacy of Dunces is a good commuting book because the writing and story is more simple and takes less patience, not to diminish the quality of the novel because it was a really great story. Hesse's Steppenwolf is another example of a don't-read-commuting book - about an old dude going through a midlife crisis.
I'm probably underestimating these books by oversimplifying them here. That's probably a sign of my ADD and unwillingnes to sound like a literary dumbass by going into any more detail - that, I'll leave to my teachers who will give me Cs and fail me.
