But then I remember that the truth about reading is that when you’re absorbed in a good book, thoughts of other books on your reading “to do” list fall away. The book in your hot hands at that very moment solves all of your desires and needs. The specter of, say, Emma Bovary, doesn’t loom over Hazel Grace Lancaster from “The Fault in Our Stars,” booming in a French accent: “Read me, I am more important than she is!”
In Turkey’s southwest province of Denizli, white pools cover the landscape around a tiny cliffside village called Pamukkale, meaning “Cotton Palace” in Turkish. As calcium carbonate deposits flow down from hot springs above, the sediment collects in the lower limestone pools and shapes their snowy appearance. People have bathed in the Hierapolis-Pamukkale pools since 200 BCE when the ancient city of Hierapolis was erected near the top of the terrace to provide proximity to the spring and its restorative benefits. Today, local and visiting Instagrammers alike make the trek to partake in the ancient traditions and share the view of the valley below.