A combination of busyness and sloth has prevented me from writing any original poetry this week. So in lieu of that, I offer you a classic poem on the glories of reading:
A Book
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears the human soul!
- Emily Dickinson