I should not feel guilty. I am doing what I want to, that is reading a daily newspaper during the week, the local newspapers and occasionally the gay weeklies, although the latter has decreasing relevance to me. Of course I read an awful lot on this screen but I don't like long reads on the net. One page is usually enough for me.
What I am not reading is books. The same one has been on my bedside table for more than a month, maybe two even. It is a book full of anecdotes from outback Australia. It was a gift at christmas, so I feel obliged to read it. It is ok, but not what I would call gripping. It is just easy to pick up and put down. Perhaps I should read a good novel.
What troubles me is that in pre internet days, I used to devour books at the rate of two or three a week, as well as reading more newspapers. Aren't we to believe that books are good and educational and the internet is bad and addictive?
Some of you might think, well if High Riser spent a bit less time writing posts for his blog and a bit more time reading books, the world would be a better place.
Maybe, but I tell myself if I wanted to read books so much, I would.
I work a 40 hour week. Often my travel time to and from work is 80 minutes if I come home for lunch. Personal relationship to attend to, family matters, friends, house work, blogging, taking snaps when out and about. I do like being out and about looking at various things. I have seen a stunning single storey house with a beautiful garden. To take some snaps of it is the next expedition.
So, while I am the poorer for it, reading books just does not get much of a look in now. If you want a reader, take a look at The Resident Judge of Port Phillip blog. She churns through them writes about them too.