The Republic of Imagination

I'm reading a new book. Isn't it pretty?



I picked it up on a whim from the "New Books" display at the public library, and it falls under "a book you chose because of the cover" in my 2015 reading challenge -- though in truth it first caught my eye because of the spectacular title. (But the cover is pretty amazing too.)

The author has this to say about the title:

I think of it as Nabokov's "somehow, somewhere" or Alice's backyard, a world that runs parallel to the real one, whose occupants need no passport or documentation. The only requirements for entry are an open mind, a restless desire to know and an indefinable urge to escape the mundane.

That, in a sentence, is why I love to read.