Yesterday I was in Hong Kong in 1995 by way of reading The Space Between Memories, by David Joannes, then hopped over to America in the 1800s as I'm reading Benny and the Bank Robber books (Mary C. Findley) to our children.
I'm also many hundreds of years back in time, but set right where we live as I'm reading Temple of a Thousand Faces, John Shors (also A Women of Angkor, John Burgess).
I'm enjoying reading other people's descriptions of what I see each week as I ride my bike through the temple park. Some examples:
"Monkeys leapt from branch to branch, chasing one another, causing leaves and twigs to tumble from great heights. Though sometimes a monkey would drop a few feet, strike a thin branch, and appear destined to fall to its death, no brown blurs plummeted from the canopy."
Shors, John. Temple of a Thousand Faces (p. 112). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
"The sun was hiding for a bit now. The sky had reached that pregnant stage of late day in the monsoon season, clouds gathering purposefully, about to bless the earth with another shower. I looked up. I remember thinking how lovely the first drops would feel on my skin."
Burgess, John (2013-03-27T22:58:59). A Woman of Angkor . River Books. Kindle Edition.
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