Freedom

A couple of months ago, I was in a book rut. Like with music, I find this happens on a fairly regular basis: I end up reading the same author or style over and over until I'm just plain tapped out. The end result is that weeks (or even months) go by with nary a page turned. In the era of ready made access to endless bookstores through Kindles, and Nooks, it's even more depressing. What excuse do I have when the world of books is quite literally at my fingertips and the need to actually venture to the the bookstore and fight traffic and crowds is completely removed. Chalk it up to laziness, but it is what it is.