I just read an article about how reading an actual, physical book will turn you into a smarty-smarty pants. This makes me giddy as fuck. I’ve always been a big advocate for the printed word and now…science sides with paper, mofos.
“Reading in print helps with comprehension,” the article states. Kindles and digital books and your laptop screen screw up your processing skills. Dig it? Going old-school analog with the paperbacks reduces stress, increases concentration & empathy, and improves sleep. So get down with your bad, book-lovin’ self. Nab 30-45 minutes and bust out a paperback. “BUT,” you whine, “I have no time.” “There’s always time,” I crow, tossing a plethora of suggestions on where you can pop a squat and break into a book.
Don’t be this girl.
- While getting a pedicure
- Waiting for the doctor
- On the crapper
- During dinner if you’re alone, bored or just rude
- Waiting in line
- While taking public transit
- In the bathtub
- While nursing
- During your lunch break
- In your car before a meeting/work
- During really bad sex
- At the pool
- Passenger bound on a road trip
This means be prepared. Carry a book on you at all times. Sure, it’s more cumbersome than an e-reader, but there’s nothing like the feel of paper in your hand and the whiff of fluttery pages. Wait — or am I the only one who gets turned on by these things?
Anyway…
I hold no grudges against e-readers. And at least you’re reading. That’s better than 23% of American adults. I just like to give the good ol’ book it’s goddamn due. Hey, paper’s gonna take you through the zombie apocalypse; your e-reader’s battery will only last so long.
Because, science.
Jules Just Write 