The Motorcycle Diaries by Che Guevara was the first book I read to completion—strange, I know. It opened my eyes to a world beyond my own—a world where people traveled for the sake of adventure. In the end Ernesto Che Guevara and his friend had a goal of reaching a leper colony, but on the way they had immense fun. There was adventure, there was mischief and there was love. But there were also acute observations of life—of people, of culture, of beliefs and of themselves as human beings.

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