It's time to turn the page on this virtual world and rekindle my love for books
The other day I found myself in a bookshop. A small bookshop but one with a great selection of books, all vying for my attention, all seeming to shout 'pick me', 'choose me', like puppies in a rescue centre. I moved slowly, perusing the bestsellers, the 'staff recommended reads', picking books up, reading the inside cover for a synopsis of the story and then sampling the first page to check out the writing style. I exchanged pleasantries with another customer who had some recommendations of his own. As did the saleswoman with whom I also spoke.
A good bookshop embraces even the casual visitor in an exhilarating array of possibilities. But as I stood there, surrounded by a million stories, ideas, philosophies, dreams and characters, I began to feel distinctly uneasy.
I had a sinking sense of shame as the realisation hit me, that for the first time since I was old enough to make sense of words on a page, I have almost completely stopped reading.