I used to hate reading books, but now I love imagining being where Neil describes the scenes he is sharing in written form. My love of reading started after reading comics, and I learned to imagine the actions outside of the art created by the artist. I then read Masked Rider and imagined being in West Africa, frustrated by the sweltering heat, Annie, the gendarme, and every life challenge upon Neil. THEN CAME GHOST RIDER. As I read the book and felt the raw emotions, I wondered if Rush would return; yes, I was that emotional. I laughed, cried, and felt relieved the baby emotion was satiated as it flew off from the Santa Monica Pier or the end of Peart's journey on Route 66. Ghost Rider is a great book, and I hope you buy it for yourself, loved ones, or fellow Rush fans. Thank you, Neil, and RIP.