The Island of the colorblind, by Oliver Sacks

I just finished reading this fabulous, intriguing book. It covers in part the inhabitants of the tiny Pacific atoll of Pingelap, and the almost entirely colorblind community. I really felt like I traveled a vast distance into the unknown; these seldom visited Islands. The description Oliver Sacks used to describe the flora was detailed and poetic. I began to love ferns with just as much tenderness, and found myself deep in a jungle of vegetation and heat. The poetic and slightly methodical journey was a pleasure and an adventure. It has been a while since I sank so completely in the rich texture afforded by developed and extremely creative writing. I recommend this book as pleasing distraction to everyday life.