As I was driving to Krispy Kreme this morning (don’t judge). I was thinking about how international reading is. I was looking at my bookshelves thinking: Norway, Russia, France, Ancient Greece, England, America, Italy and Japan. All these books were written in different countries and many at different periods in human history.
The oldest book in this stack is The Republic by Plato written in Ancient Greece and then translated countless times over the centuries. In it’s pages you get to learn about Plato’s society. So in essence you are traveling back in time, without the use of a tardis or a wobbly wobbly timey wimey thing. (Yeah I love Dr. Who). Or just in that stack of books you can travel to feudal Norway with Kristin Lavrandatter. The book was written much later but you still get a understanding what Norway and the social structure was like in the 1620s. Or take for instance Madame Bovary I got a very small glimpse into the life of a very unhappy women in France during the 1850s. I’ve been privileged enough to be all these different people.
I love each of these books for that reason. I got to time travel and travel outside of my own country and in my head experience so many different lives. Even at the ripe ole age of 41 I still find books amazing. They can take you wherever and whenever you want to go.