I wrote these journal entries a few weeks ago. It’s about a book I was reading at that time, Out of Africa by Isak Dinesen. It reminded me of what I love most about reading–being whisked away completely to another place and time. I was an extremely introverted child and books were my escape portal. My reading material may have changed a lot through the years, but it’s still a singular pleasure to pick up a book and find yourself immersed in a place you wouldn’t have known about, surrounded by people you wouldn’t have met otherwise.