The novel is dead. The book now dwells in a deep grave, covered by the dirt thrown on it by the Facebook app on your smartphone, by that Snapchat message you just got and by that 17-hour Netflix binge. Right?

No.

Because for some of us… the book is the pinnacle of it all.

Here’s a quote from Anne Lamott’s Bird By Bird, which I just started this afternoon and already has me wishing I’d read it sooner.