At least for me, a book takes me completely out of this world and into the author's world. I can travel on Mars, walk on a beach, ride a racehorse, all without leaving my comfy chair. Movies sometimes also do this, but a movie only lasts 2 hours. A good book can take days to read.
I am on a reading vacation at the moment. A real vacation is expensive both in terms of money and in terms of moving my arthritic body. (Cue sympathetic string music.)
I have reread one of my favorite John Brunner books, Citizen of the Galaxy. I am contemplating Star Beast by Heinlein.
Duck the Halls by Donna Andrews was a great mystery and great fun. Ditto for Heavenly Delights by Kerry Greenwood. I read all of Kerry's flapper mysteries in one gulp this summer. 19 books in almost as many days kept me sane as I awaited the revenge of the losers.
If I want to remember the almost indescribable sensation of oneness with a horse, I read Dick Francis. He also understands people, especially male people, and their motives for mayhem.
So take a break, read a book. The mind you save may be your own.
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