Holding an actual book
I will make two promises on this new approach to blogging:
-I will not talk about religion
-I especially will not talk about politics
But I will occasionally lapse into musings, or some of the things that keep me up at night. This is my blog and the place to pick my brain, after all.
Here’s one:
The value of holding a physical book in your hand.
This has a lot more meaning than might be obvious.
No, it’s not just about the psychology of how reading a book in print invokes different kinds of memory and experience (ie tactile). For me, it’s about what the gesture represents, more than anything else.
I’m typing this post up on my phone. Before this, I was reading my way through a print book (The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith). When I read a book, I by far prefer to read something physical.
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