Why does it seem like it is so much more acceptable to flip on a tv or screen of some sort and passively allow someone else to share their vision of a story than it is to open up a book, read the words and create our own vision?
It’s come to my attention, sadly, that I simply do not read enough. I read all day — just about every day, it seems — but it’s always online stuff: short articles, snippets of things, research information, blogs, etc. I can’t remember the last time I’ve picked up and read an actual, tangible book. You know, the kind where you have to turn the pages manually? They usually smell a little musty and are made up of actual paper and ink and binding glue… When I first moved here I was excited to finally live somewhere with an accessible physical