Armchair travel is one thing, but some novels are so captivating, they provoke an irresistible yearning to see James Joyce’s Dublin for yourself, to wander John Fowles’ mysterious Greek caves or float languidly — in Elizabeth Peters’ style — down the Nile. Joe Kinsella’s “Shoeless Joe” has launched many a baseball pilgrimage. And frankly, Frances Mayes’ “Under the Tuscan Sun” should come with a warning label: May require a trip to Italy. Discover the books that made five of our staff writers book tickets to Dublin, Cairo and a certain cornfield in Iowa… READ MORE
