In which she argues that the internet distracts us from the difficulty in reading tree-flesh books, and how this means books will survive. They are difficult to read, require our concentration, but we need them.

I still have little trouble concentrating on anything as I have given up that goes. I allow things to concentrate on me. And I surely shouldn’t be reading my RSS feeds in the middle of the night after ordering waaay too many of those delicious little K-cups for my coffeemaker from the future.