And yes, yes, just as you’d expect, it was wonderful, it was cozy, the internet is terrible. To that point, I’d been reading the book the way I usually read books, which is to say in five- or 10-minute snatches before bed. Before my storm-induced Rendell marathon, I’d been reading the wrong way. It was as if I’d been watching movies in a special buffering-only mode, or listening to music through the world’s balkiest Bluetooth headphones. I was reading less because I was enjoying it less, which made reading even less enjoyable, which inclined me to read even less.

Source: New York Times May 04, 2019 17:26 UTC