don’t know how else to explain it except to say that when I make time to read, my capacity to deal with my own life — and my own bullshit — expands . My natural tendency to be tightly wound loosens its grip.

I don’t read because I’m trying to be a more intelligent, interesting, virtuous person—though books are sometimes helpful in cultivating those traits! Instead, I read because it’s one of the most enjoyable things I could be doing with my attention. An evening alone with a book is restorative and rewarding; an evening alone with my phone, less so.

I read hungrily, in whatever scraps of time I can steal between writing, making videos, and taking care of the kids. I'm like Danny Ocean in Ocean's 11—I'm looking to raid and read with stealth and style.