No, “A Real Book” isn’t the title of the book I’m reading. The title of the book I’m reading is The Art of Learning by Josh Waitzkin.
What I wanted to post about was that I was reading a real book. A physical book. A book made with paper.
And it is warm. Familiar. Physical. Like having sex again with an old crush after losing touch.
I resisted the Kindle (and especially the Kindle on iPhone), for years. But then I realized that I could either have my books with me everywhere I went and read when I had 10 minutes here or there, or I could make promises to myself to read the paper books sitting on my table and make excuses each time I passed those books walking out the door or crawling into bed.
But when it came time to do research for my work-in-progress, I decided to go with real books. I wanted to write in the margins. Dog-ear corners. Flip back and forth as I determine whether I like the author’s treatment of the topic of if I could add something original to it.
And boy am I glad I did.
