No more flimsy paper pages. No more dilapidated bindings. No more bent up covers. No more ink smudges. No more paper cuts. No more highlighting favorite passages with antideluvian yellow markers. No more frantic scrambling to write down quotes. No more musty, bookish odors.
I am jumping on the bandwagon of progress. I am moving forward. eReaders are the future of reading.
All this to say: the more things change, the more things stay the same. I may own a Kindle, but it will never replace the books on my shelf.
I still love paper pages, crisp or worn. If the binding is dilapidated and the cover bent, I am happy so long as it means the book has been read frequently and with great relish. I can tolerate ink smudges and paper cuts; they’re no big deal in the scheme of things. As far as ancient yellow highlighters go, I am content. I still take notes in my commonplace notebook. And I want a cologne that smells like musty old books.
Nevertheless, there are advantages that come with an eReader, and I look forward to using mine, particularly as a portable library. Right now, I’m enjoying several P.G. Wodehouse titles, free of charge, while Tom Clancy’s The Hunt for Red October and G.K. Chesterton’s Orthodoxy are both on deck.
And if you’re wondering how a Kindle came into my possession, well…*cue Smeagol voice* “My birthday-present! It came to me on my birthday, my precious.”