Books that Travels
My love for books grew since a very young age. I remember how my parents took me to the bookstore every single weekend, and since they were not much of a traveler back then; my first traveling adventures happened inside of my head.
I remember waking up in a rainy Sunday morning and made my self a glass of hot chocolate and grab any book that Enid Blyton wrote. She took me traveling to the country side of England and introduced me to winter.
As I do actual travelings today, my mind continues to walk on the path yet to be known. But as long as I have Blyton, Dahl, and Verne along (but let’s not forget Orwell, Vonnegut and Neruda), I think the unknown might reveal the best in life.