When I was a child, my mother loved nothing better than to visit ‘Bronte country ‘, or ‘Hardy’s Wessex’, or Beatrix Potter’s, Ruskin’s and Wordsworth’s houses in the Lake District.

This made a deep impression.
I still think of the world in this way: there are literary places, with gaps in between. I wonder if anyone else shares this kind of personal geography.

I’m remembering this because I finished reading: Why Women Read Fiction by Helen Taylor. 📚 This surveys the field from many angles.
I particularly liked the author’s take on literary festivals. There could even have been more on literary pilgrimages.