Have you ever been a member of a book club? Iâ€™ve been in a few over the years â€“ any excuse to escape reality, really.
Because thatâ€™s what books do. Crack open the spine of a new novel and suddenly youâ€™re whisked away to post-Napoleonic France to seek revenge on those who have wronged you. Youâ€™re a top CIA agent, the deadliest sniper in American history, or the wizard chosen to save magic from a dark end. Youâ€™re the talk of the town as a flapper married to F. Scott Fitzgerald or a very hungry caterpillar. Continue reading