Books are a fascination to me in that the story is yours to enjoy at the pace that suits you, you can take it anywhere you want, read on the train to distant lands, and when you’re done, swap it with a friend for something new, and start again on the train to a faraway land.
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows, the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by
- From a Railway Carriage by Robert Louis Stevenson.