Reading Matters

Reading matters.

I love to read, but read very much in fits and starts, sometimes having several on the go, sometimes letting their part read state accuse me and diminsh my enthusiasm.
L bought me this one whilst in Boston and gave it to me on our anniversary. It grabbed me and was one of those books where you make time and put off stuff just to sit and move on with the story.
About rowing and a group of less privileged young men in depression Washington State in the 1930s and about trust and flow and what seems improbable now - a photo finish Mens Eight final in Nazi Germany's Olympics and memory and discovered brotherhood and mentorship and class struggle and maybe most of all about beauty.
Oh and it was a book and not an electronic thing - I'm not anti e reader, but to hold a book, feel it's heft, smell it's pages and be able to move back and forth and to gift it to another already read and enjoyed like it has it's own life and intrinsic story. Reading real books matters.