After finishing Monster Nation, I find myself in this joyful place, where I decide which book to pluck from the pile. Where will I go next? Into the past? Into the future? One thing is for sure, I'm tired of the present. All the nonfiction books I've accumulated over the last year, all the investigations and polemics and expert insights are as unwelcome as the evening news. In fact, I took them all and put them in a box in the garage. Maybe I'll read them at some point in the future, when I want to visit the past.
I realized this morning, while I opened and closed and considered and abandoned book after book that I want to read purely to escape this world, even if the world to which I flee is overrun with zombies.
I'm not sure where I'll go, though I'm not surprisingly leaning Science Fiction.
If you spend a lot of time online, do you find yourself looking forward to going offline and holding a real book in your hands? Maybe sneaking off into the back yard, or to a park, or coffee shop or library, or some other place, like you're lovers meeting up for a secret afternoon tryst? I've read plenty of wonderful, moving stories online recently, but I find, more and more, that I just don't want to read them on an electronic device if I can help it.
