I feel sorry for these people. Reading was never about grinding through self-help books, it's about being lifted out of yourself by a story, living through the eyes of another and finding we're not alone in our struggles. What a shameful thing to deny yourself that joy.
One of the things I most value about my childhood, pre-smartphone but with a family desktop, was how the internet was a place. It was a room in your house. It didn’t follow you outside of that.
a girl in my office was shaking her protein shake and this woman poked her head around the corner and said “do I hear margaritas?”... no Olivia, it’s 9 am.