Crying

Next, I checked out a physical copy of Michelle Zauner’s excellent memoir Crying in H-Mart from the public library. I started reading this at the home I live in but did not build that weekend with music from the author’s band Japanese Breakfast playing in the background. It was a nice experience, but when the workweek returned, I had to decide whether it was worth it to weigh down my work bag with physical books.

There was little chance that I would pull this book out to read while walking in the parking lot like I do with my Kindle. There was even less chance I was going to whip out a book with a visible cover standing in the grocery line. (I live in a part of the mid-south where strangers talk to you and it’s rude to not talk back.)

It was barely February but my experiment with printed books was over. I didn’t finish any other physical books for the rest of the year.