I don’t
have as much time to read any more. I’ve said this before, and I’m sure my
writer friends would be horrified by the very concept. And I can launch into
various explanations why, the majority of the reason falling upon grading. But
that’s not what I want to talk about. Even with so little time and
concentration to spend on reading, I still find solace in books. I still enjoy
their presence.
One of the
greatest feelings in the world is to walk around shelves of books, picking one
up, and perusing it. The feel of the paper, the weight in the hand, and even
the art on the covers and a bold title speak to me. I used to pull out a small
pile of books, sit down on the floor next to the shelve, and skim through the
words, fully content. To amble around so many of them brings tranquility to me.
That’s something that digital vendors aren’t replicating.
Hmmm.