Amy’s not completely sure whether she’s annoyed or amused. They’re in New York, picnicking in Central Park for goodness sake. The Manhattan skyline is all around them, it’s incredible just being here, there’s so much to see and do, yet the Doctor’s got his nose buried in some detective novel about a female private investigator.
She doesn’t care if he’s more interested in his book than in his surroundings, but does he have to read it out loud with so much relish?
On the other hand, it’s kinda nice listening to him.
As long as he stops with the yowzah!