I
love to read.
Once it just wasn’t books, but also newspapers where I could
spend hours devouring the news from one end of the paper to the other. With the vast array of modern tools to access
the internet the use of this paper based medium is in decline, as more people migrate
to other means of gathering their daily news fix.
I
must say I still prefer the routine, and in a way the excitement, of walking into
a paper-shop and scanning the rows of news print to see what the outstanding
headline of the day is, but these days it’s becoming less frequent as I take
the easy route of just pressing a few buttons.
With
books I still like to use the time honoured system of the bound copy. I have
not let made the leap of faith to the Kindle or one of the other devices that
will eventually send the average book shop in the same direction as the record
stores; to the dustbin of history.
Looking
through rows of books at a leisurely pace is one of the rare moments we can
still enjoy in this fast moving world and still a pleasure I follow. It was
during one such lazy hour that I picked up a book which was to have a profound
effect on my life and which I will divulge in my next blog.
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