The Internet and graduate school killed my previously life-long love affair with printed books. I now read blogs and articles upon articles, but find it harder to pick up an actual, physical book.
My husband suggests that I get a Kindle or some other book-gadget…but I’m old school. I like cracking spines, the fresh smell of a used book that’s lived too long in dank places, the scratchy-smooth feel of pressed paper beneath my fingertips, the satisfying thump the pages make when you close a heavy tome.
I’ve decided to reclaim that feeling. One of my favorite print mags, Entertainment Weekly, highly recommends Americanah, by Nigerian author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. I did a quick Google search and found that she’s rather prolific. This summer, hopefully aided by my local library, I’ll be reading as many of her books as I can get my hands on.
I’ll post brief updates on my progress (or lack thereof). I plan to venture out today into the overcast outdoors and brighten it up with Half of a Yellow Sun.
Some equally bookish friends recommended that I (immediately!) look up Adichie’s TED talk, “The Danger of a Single Story.” Here it is, by the way:
If you have any book recommendations for me, poetry, fiction or non-fiction, I’m all ears!