I am currently having a great time reading Stephen King’s On Writing. Here’s one more excerpt from the book when King talks about his love for books.
…books are a uniquely portable magic. I usually listen to one in the car (always unabridged; I think abridged audiobooks are the pits), and carry another wherever I go. You just never know when you’ll want an escape hatch: mile-long lines at tollbooth plazas, the fifteen minutes you have to spend in the hall of some boring college building waiting for your advisor (who’s got some yank-off in there threatening to commit suicide because he/she is flunking Custom Kurmfurling 101) to come out so you can get his signature on a drop-card, airport boarding lounges, laundromats on rainy afternoons, and the absolute worst, which is the doctor’s
office when the guy is running late and you have to wait half an hour in order to have something sensitive mauled. At such times I find a book vital.
Well, for me, my portable magic right now in most of the places is the iPod. But when I travel, it’s iPod and a book. Double the portable magic, eh?