A good book is a journey.
Last week, Sara Gruen's Water for Elephants took me to the circus. And while I thought the elephant was a severely underused character, to visit the circus was the essence of what I enjoyed about that book. The unsavory circus world... the grime, the animals, their abuse...
This week, Peter Mayle has allowed me a trip to Provence in his A Year in Provence. Eh oui.
So, if you're a writer, where does your work take people?
Does it allow them to connect with other people?
Does it allow travel to an exotic location?
Does it teach us something about which we are curious (a culture, an occupation, a religion)?
How do we feel when we get home?