Pick me up, where I am.

Some people who write books know how to do that in a special way.

There is a bus stop on a long stretch of road. Quite a number of people waiting there for the next bus, and when they see the bus coming in the distance, they are expecting the bus to stop, so that they can jump on.

But the bus does not stop, but carries on for another fifty metres, before it comes to a standstill.

And I don’t want to hear what the people are telling the driver of the bus, when they reach the vehicle.

At the present time I am reading a book, where the author picks me up, where I am.

Books like that are a blessing.