When I used to read books it was not a passive consumption of an article for pleasure/escape/cred/status, no... On the contrary...
I'd put the book to proper active use - underline, mark and scribble the margins, lay the book down and meditate on the impressions and trail of thoughts it occasions, learn poems and passages by rote, incorporate them into my language.
This amounts to realizing that the only books really worth reading are those that are worthy to be read aloud in full mental presence, not only skimmed.
A better idea than escape is to arm yourself for the fight. (And the most impending fights you daily face are the ones against your own anxieties and confusions)
Reading, listening, speaking, thinking is also a "handicraft".
Since I now spend more time on the Internet and on games such as Dip than on reading and writing, I have learnt a lot, sure, but my linguistic, mental capacity has suffered some loss, the ability of presence and determination of the character I want to be.