Imagine a room within four brick walls.
It’s comfortable and you have what you need.
But it has no windows.
This room is an ordinary life. Acceptable, but limited.
Reading is like creating a window.
A window means a breeze. It means light, and the sun shining in, and a view.
The view can be anything, anything you want. A beach, the sky, a story, history; soldiers ready to raise the alarm, a boy in a cabin, a beautiful woman with a long yellow dress, a tiger, desperate and hungry, trapped on a life raft.