I haven’t bought a single physical book in a long time. In eight or ten years, probably. Partially because I see fiction as an inferior medium for storytelling, entertainment, cultural enrichment, immersion, et cetera. Partially because I read on my laptop.

I’ve started reading more fiction in recent years, though. Books will remain forever superior in some niche aspects. I am particularly interested in the language itself.

I also finally purchased two physical books a few days ago. Previously, I was put off by the necessity to take a trip to the town to find a book in English. But I got lucky and stumbled upon several in a store that was very close. I did not care what the stories were about. I’ve never heard of the authors and may never hear of them again. But they were seemingly eloquent native speakers, which was good enough.

My delightful surprise motivated me to write this entry. I anticipated a more pleasant reading experience but didn’t expect it to be so much better. It is so refreshing when you don’t need to carry your laptop around, when the bright light from the screen does not drill into your eyes’ retina.

I hope to find an easy way to recycle books. I would hate to throw them away as trash, and I would hate to pile them up.