Recently I shared with a friend that I haven’t read a book in a while. Mind you, I bought two books four months ago. They remain unopened in my desk drawer. They were books for work, afterall. Thus, a smidge on the boring and obvious side.
But here is the thing. I have a grand personal library. I love reading. Or I used to. It was part of my DNA. And, not it seems I evolved away from it. Or rather, devolved. I don’t have time to read. My eyes are tired at night. And, the whole television series binging event is a real phenomenon. Also, I spend a lot of time reading social media posts. But in terms of a good novel, I haven’t been very engaged lately.
I was at the beach two weeks ago. Well, a beach vacation that was spent mostly at the pool. That’s a whole other story for another time. But while I looked at my fellow vacationers I noted something odd. Or at least for me. No one had a book on their chair. I recall going to the beach a decade or so ago where many were completely engrossed in a book while they took in the sun. I didn’t see that this time.
To misquote the singer Paula Cole where did all the readers go? Amazon still sells many books. Are people not bringing them on trips? Sure, some may be reading on their kindle. Although, I have one and never got into it as a tool. I still prefer a bound book. But what good is such a preference if I’m not taking it with me to the beach? Luckily I get to buy a lot of books for my son. And, I hope I can help cultivate that love of reading and of books. Yet, I know that it is almost becoming a lost art form. Where will we evolve to next?