A fun little bit at a Guardian blog on the most-often-left-behind-in-hotel-rooms books.

Aside from the Top 10, the list throws up some fascinating facts: for example, there were 10 copies of the Kama Sutra abandoned in the Peterborough Travelodge, which is the basis for a short story all in itself. Had the couples in question worked through all the positions and no longer needed the book? Was it the last gasp of a dying relationship? The reading matter of lonely businessmen who couldn’t afford the pay-per-view adult channel? And if you’re going to go to the trouble to buy the Kama Sutra for you and your loved one, surely a bit more effort than the Peterborough Travelodge (as nice as I’m sure it is) is required for that all-important setting?

Maybe people need to take a more appropriate book with them when they stay at a Travelodge. A dozen copies of Stephen King’s mobiles-turn-you-into-zombies horror The Cell abandoned in Southend? Should have taken along King’s Everything’s Eventual collection, which contains his haunted hotel room story (and recently John Cusack movie) 1408. Can’t get through Ian McEwan’s On Chesil Beach, the ninth most abandoned book? Should have tried The Cement Garden, which probably best sums up the view from your window.