Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
Whenever anyone hears that the MC is translating the diary of a woman who was hanged during the Salem witch trials, they look horrified, and the MC insists that she wasn't *really* a witch. This puzzles me. What kind of person would actually think that any of those women were real witches?