The joy of not reading

Well, it's an odd joy, a mixture of expectations met and unmet. And it's a fun article: 'I save books. I buy a book with every intention of reading it, but then the more I look at it and think about how great it is going to be, the less I want to read it. I know that it can’t possibly live up to my expectations, and slowly, the joy of my own imaginings becomes more precious to me than whatever actually lies between the covers.' More...