The Guardian recently asked a vital and important question: How many of us still read in bed?
It’s 2017, and we have more digital distractions than ever. Between streaming videos, social media, old media (email), and mobile games, it is difficult to simply remember the title of book you’re reading, much less finish a phonebook-sized work like the latest installment in the Game of Thrones series.
That’s why The Guardian‘s Howard Jacobson does not read in bed.
And now that we have the wherewithal to read uninterrupted through the night, how many of us avail ourselves of it?
I point no accusing finger. It’s an age since I last read a book in bed. Once I couldn’t sleep until I’d managed at least 30 pages of a novel. True, a sleep in the arms of Elizabeth Bennet or The Lady With The Little Dog was sweeter than one in which I sailed into the Heart Of Darkness or stole a file for Magwitch, but a word-induced sleep was deep either way. Now I watch the news until late. Others raid their collection of box sets. Neither ministers to a good rest. Better The Sopranos than Trump for Dummies (or should that be Dummies for Trump?), but it still isn’t like curling up with a good book. I don’t say the difference is qualitative, only that there’s an intimacy in bedtime reading that might have something to do with the pillows and the sheets, but is more about what happens when you move your eyes across a page.
Do you still read in bed?
I do – or at least I try to read in bed every night. Some nights get away from me, but for the most part I make point of turning off the computer a couple hours before bed so I can go read a book.
How about you? Do you still make time to read in bed?
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