There comes a point where you just have to put down the ancillary stuff and finish the essential. Proust, man. The whole of Proust. Now, rather than later, because one day, you will die.
(I know it's dorky, but it bears repeating).
I also don't think it's wrong or ironic or hypocritical that one prefers books, but uses the Internet, even excessively. I mean, the Internet is great for talking about things, but it is not the thing, if that makes sense. Giving up on books would change us.
This is hard to summarize on a phone.