Books, in particular novels, are a wonderful way to explore and educate ourselves on experiences we have never and will never encounter. Whether they are set in history, another country or just altogether depict an existence unlike our own, brilliant fiction is the window to the world of others.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’