This may prove that I’m in dire needs of increased medication, but I really want to live in a book right now. Currently, I’m reading These High Green Hills by Jan Karon, book 3 of the Mitford series, and I really wish there was a real Mitford so I could move there.

Think of an updated version of Mayberry or even Stars Hollow (for the post-2000s crowd). I’d eat at the Main Street Grill, pick up a book or two at Happy Endings bookstore, and hang out with some of the locals.

The best part of revisiting a book is that you can slip back into that world. It really is like going back to a favorite vacation spot. You know what to expect. You know what’s there. But still something might still sneak up and surprise you that you hadn’t noticed before.

I like books that I can visualize in my head and see myself living in that world. Another writer who has written books I want to live in is Charles Martin. He’s the one that kinda made me want to like on a houseboat. But probably not for very long. I might get a bit seasick.

Books are the best when you can escape into another world and not have to pay for airplane tickets or hotel reservations. You can be right where you are at home or in the car (hopefully with an audiobook if you’re driving) and be in a completely different place in your mind. That’s what I love about reading a good book of fiction.