This book suffered a bit in my mind because it wasn't what I expected. I expected an exploration of how landscapes can shape literature--and how visiting those landscapes can change how you feel about books.
As it turns out, the book was more a collection of essays and travel memoir. Sure, he writes about the places and how these places make him think of certain books and authors. The essays themselves are well-written, and I still enjoyed reading it. He weaves together the connections in beautiful ways, but there were long passages in multiple essays where I couldn't figure out how it all connected. Not a bad book, but I can't quite get over my disappointment.