The Bookish Internet Killed My Reading Life
Yesterday, I was standing in front of my desk, piled high with books I had checked out from the library or received for review, trying to decide what to read next. I shifted from foot to foot and gave myself a pep talk. “Pretend you are a normal reader. You’re just picking whatever book looks interesting. You can read whatever you want.” -record scratch- You’re probably wondering how I got here. Why am I not a normal reader? What does picking out something to read feel like such an intimidating...