Many, many of my reads are escapes: into futuristic, science-fiction worlds, others medieval fantasies, or the rest, anything in between. But then there are books that have such a powerful, real, tangible quality of humanness about them that I can't help but love them.
Ben Elton's [b:Time and Time Again|23164931|Time and Time Again|Ben Elton|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1411333773s/23164931.jpg|42710967], Jo Walton's [b:My real Children|18490637|My Real Children|Jo Walton|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1380218782s/18490637.jpg|26174356], Gavin Extence's [b:The Universe Versus Alex Woods|15984268|The Universe Versus Alex Woods|Gavin Extence|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1352436020s/15984268.jpg|21738568], Lisa Genova's [b:Still Alice|2153405|Still Alice|Lisa Genova|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1236089972s/2153405.jpg|2158906], Mark Watson's [b:Eleven|8466327|Eleven|Mark Watson|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1349055634s/8466327.jpg|13330815], all of these hit that unnameable elusive spot which in some cases makes you feel good and warm about the world and in others moves you to tears. This pilgrimage did that to me, with an impact most poignant, characters so genuine and reality so actual that you can feel it because it so really applies to you. I can't put this book out to the lovers of fantasy, of spaceships, of spies or of assassins. But I enjoyed it most profoundly.