Books vs Ebooks (or My Love Affair With Books)
I had a conversation with a colleague recently about eReaders/eBooks vs. actual, physical books. She couldn’t understand why I haven’t embraced the eBook yet, especially since I love technology. She loves her eReader, takes it everywhere. Loves how she can download a book she wants immediately and not have to bother going to the book store. She loves that it remembers what page she is on and that it is so lightweight and compact.
Okay, she (and probably a thousand other eBook lovers) gives excellent reasons on why an eReader is an obvious choice for reading. And if I was just all about the reading I probably would choose an eReader. But if there is one thing I have discovered about myself through this blog it’s that it isn’t just about the reading for me.
I have a real, hardcore love affair with books.
Like my colleague, I too take my book everywhere with me. Sure, the bigger hardcovers don’t fit as nicely in my purse which means I end up buying huge satchels just to carry my books around in. And okay, if I want a new book I have to get in my car or hop on the bus to go to the book store, maybe wait in line and then get into an awesome conversation about this certain book with the person in front of me which ends up making me late for the appointment at my Chiropractor’s (which I’m going to see because lugging all those books around in my huge satchel hurts by back). But! Going to a book store is part of the appeal for me. A book store is my church – it’s where I can breathe, slow down and feel grounded. I love the smells that come from books (old or new); I love touching their covers, feeling them, sensing them. I love gazing at book covers and smiling in admiration at their beauty or frowning in disappointment at the laziness of it.
Yeah sure, sometimes I get frustrated when I lose my page and have to take a few minutes to flip through the pages to find it but that’s what dog-earing pages are for. I’ve always believed the more dog-eared pages there are in a book, the more loved that book is.
Lastly, it is the act of turning the page itself that fills me with such satisfaction; that another page has been completed, another part of the story has been revealed. With my fingers I can physically turn the page on that moment in time and move on to the next. Pushing a button just doesn’t have the same appeal to me. I push enough buttons in any given day (especially now as I type this) – and a book allows me to take a break from technology. To connect to a simpler time.
I often thought that turning my nose up at the eReader was the book snob in me expressing herself. But it is actually the spiritualist in me who has decided to turn away from this one aspect of technology.
Books move me, their sheer physicality and presence fill me with awe. When I pick up a book I am reminded that someone’s imagination is within the two covers. It is a divine tool I hold in my hands, one that will either uplift and inspire me or one that will fill me with darkness and fear. I won’t know until I lift that cover up oh so reverently and peer within.
I don’t think pressing a button can compete with that.