I generally have an hour a day to listen to audio books and an hour at night to read real books. Then there are the piles of in-between moments, where blogs and facebook posts are quickly scanned. But to my brain, these in-between moments aren't ideal for absorbing much of anything at all.
I prefer the tactile. The flipping of pages. The smell of books and magazines. The chunk of pages read and unread. Real books are like an authentic meal, cooked from the garden and prepared with love on an old stove. Words on the web are the fast-food variety, overly processed, zapped in a microwave and barely chewed.
Here are some of the books I'm in the process of (or soon will be) devouring: