I have always loved reading. When I was a kid I hid under the covers with a flashlight after I’d been sent off to bed for the night. Books were, and are, so many things.
They are knowledge.
They are an escape.
They are inspirational.
They are educational.
They are entertaining.
They enlighten us.
They feed curiosity.
There is something about picking up a book and settling back to read it. Turning the page is a tactile experience. And when you hit that point where you think “What happened there?” you can flip back a few pages and reread something.
Old books have a smell that I love.
I can take a book to the beach and go for a swim and not worry about leaving it on my blanket. I can read a book int he bath and not worry about a drop of water. I can take a few books on the boat and not worry about dropping them overboard. When I finish a book and can set it aside and then pass it on to someone I know will love it…and I don’t expect it back.
But this Kindle thing?
I don’t think so!
Sure, you can download something like 1500 books onto it. And I’m going to read all those when? And I can’t share them. And if something happens to my Kindle I’m out not only the $12 I paid for the book…but the $300 for the reader?
No thanks, I’ll stick to paperbacks. I don’t worry about dropping them, and I can always press a leaf inside it.