I confess, I broke down and bought an e-reader. I’m running out of space. The shelves are packed. Full. The storage boxes jammed. And still I buy more. Now I’m cheating on my books. The poor things are languishing while I gleefully read from my electronic library of books. I have several genres, even a few I probably would not have purchased had I not had the reader. There are free books and classics for no charge or a pittance, as in $1.99 or $2.99. There are back lists from favored authors taunting me. I bought two of my faves. It’s a great way to catch up on earlier works now out of print.
An e-reader can hold lots of books. Lots! As in hundreds. When I travel I now take my reader full of books. One book instead of five. Only one. And yet, it feels like cheating. It’s not a real book. No tactile pages to turn. I just tap lightly on the right side. Tap lightly on the left side to go back a page or two. I can look up the meaning of a word with another little tap. No dictionary to lug around. It’s very freeing, sort of.
But I love my real books. The hardcovers, the soft covers, the pretty covers, the script, oh, just everything about a book. Youngest son and I were talking about a book versus an electronic book. We see the expediency of an e-reader, especially for travel, but, we cannot, cannot, stop buying books. Hmm…..the Big Guy says I have a “buying books” addiction. “Yes, I know,” I said sweetly and carry on. Actually I believe it is in my DNA coming down through the generations of readers. It’s in the blood.
It still feels like cheating on my “real” books, though. So I bought a few books yesterday. Lovely books. Vibrant covers. Two memoirs and a novel. And I started to read Melissa Senate’s book, The Secret of Joy. A real book with pages to turn. When I stand in line, I whip out the reader and continue on with The Reading Promise by Alice Ozma. I guess I have the best of both worlds, lovely books to curl up with in a chair and a cup of tea and a standing in line book/s to choose from while I’m waiting my turn. It’s a buffet of books tempting me. Still the e-reader feels a bit like cheating.
Stay safe, warm and very much-loved.