You know how when you read a good book and keep stumbling across brilliant lines which all seem so blog-worthy, and are torn between reading on and stopping to blog those lines? Yeah, that's how I am now reading about the protagonist falling in love. To me, the most romantic line he uttered to her was: "So don't complain. I'll take care of your music for you."

Incidentally, there was also another intriguing sentence: "While their dressings are being changed, burn patients would rather listen to white noise than to music." Is this true, and why? Does white noise drown the sensation of pain? Remember those TV dramas where surgeons operate while listening to classical music? What then if a doctor operates on himself under local anaesthesia? What kind of music will this call for?