We leave Vancouver in the late afternoon, waiting on the tarmac, reading the in-flight magazine. By the time we taxi and take-off, our minds are already in distant countries. Like a man who spends an afternoon intoxicated by the characters he meets in a novel, who becomes so involved in the plot of the book that he mistakes the fictional world for his own; in our minds we have already left. So that we are bewildered to look out of the windows of the departing plane and still see the coast mountains of our home.
Here is a list of books.