There's no plot. There's only adventure.

On the Road, by Jack Kerouac, published by Viking Press, 1957.

I read On the Road again after I visited San Francisco and fell in love with City Lights Bookstore, which changed my point of view of the first experience in reading the book. The sense of freedom at loose, the sense of curiousity and spirituality in the book is very inspiring. Kerouac was one of my favorite writers, one of those who "knew the rules but freely breaking it" and created an entire world of journey with words.

Kerouac brought honest words, merely conversations as a narator and conversations with his world along the journey. There's no plot. There's only adventure.