Lately, I’ve been thinking that the reading of actual books has become something of a lost art. I remember sitting in coffee shops in the mid to late 90’s and seeing people reading actual books. Oh sure, the occasional person would have a laptop in front of them, but they would ironically be bloggers or writers. If you step into a coffee shop nowadays, you’re more likely to see something akin to the current trend; laptops, smart phones and tablets galore. And it’s hitting younger and younger ages. My son is only four years old and he has his own iPad and runs to it, first thing every morning when he wakes up. I swear, the theme song to Paw Patrol and PJ Masks is permanently burnt into my mind.
As a child, I remember having my father walk to my bedroom and scold me because I was reading books under the covers with a flashlight. I could never get to sleep without reading a few pages, and that instinct still exists today. Although some of my methods have modernized (e-readers and tablets), my wife and I still own and read several hundred physical books. My wife also holds an actual library membership, and takes full advantage of the selection, going through story after story within very short periods of time.
I believe that despite the advancement of the technological age, nothing quite compares to holding a physical book, feeling the pages turn in your fingers and breathing in the scent of aged paper. Over the decades, I’ve come to realize that although I tend to read certain genres more than others, I’ve had the pleasure of reading some of everything. Being a student of the martial arts and Buddhism, I tend to read a lot of books and manuscripts covering those subjects as well. Books allow a person to develop their sense of imagination (this is why people often say that the movie ruined the book for them). So, keep a few books handy! The art of reading isn’t dead yet!