Reading a book.
And I don't mean an e-book or an iPad or a Kindle. I'm talking paper and ink, here. I just got back from the library with a heft stash of summer reading. I picked up a nice mix of fiction and non-fiction, plus an LSAT prep book.
After two weeks of absolutely no visits to the library, it was like going on a shopping spree -- without spending the money.
Unlike most 20-somethings, I don't think I'll ever be happy reading off a screen. You can safely fall asleep with a book and not worry about mistaking it for a pillow and crushing its screen. It's okay if a book gets tossed on the floor or crammed into a purse. A book slips right past airport security whether it's on your carry-on or checked luggage.
A book won't fry your eyeballs the way a computer screen might. There's no off-chance risk that it'll set fire to your bed or desk. And if you drop that paper copy of "Pride and Prejudice" into the pool or tub, it's an easy fix: Air dry it or shell out a a couple bucks for new one.
Maybe I'm just biased. I do work for a newspaper. Or just plain weird. I like the smell of new books and old books. Sometimes, I think I detect the scent of cedar and burned marshmallows. I like watching the pages and cover wear. And the creases along their spines tell you were the best parts are.
Anyway, the most notable tenants on my book shelf are "Scandalous Women: The Lives and Loves of History's Most Notorious Women" by Elizabeth Kerri Mahon; "Kosher Nation: Why More and More of America's Food Answers to a Higher Authority" by Sue Fishkoff; and "Kate: Kate Middleton: Princess in Waiting" by Claudia Joseph.
Can't wait to dig in!