I also remember this feeling -
I went to the university library
to get a copy of catcher in the rye.
been meaning to read that.
I looked up the number, walked up to the 3rd floor
and found 8 shelves of books -
of people talking about catcher in the rye.
it was weird moment.
is this what the world is?
are the smart people ... really ... like this?
it can't be.
because that is so brutally lame.
books are blogs.
get a physics textbook, flip to a random page,
and see a deep-dive into how Newton's mother was a seamstress, or whatever
even the most prized books are
filled with meandering, indulgent anecdotes.
I actually kind of hate books - you know?
you're trying to
learn somethingthis may be the most precious and sincere act -
and you open a book and just get dragged through endless tangents some author found amusing.