Paper or Plastic?
So, I have recently come to the conclusion that owning my own library at the rate I seem to move around is probably not the best of ideas. I loathe reading from a screen. It feels, I don’t know, cheap? Like I am cheating on a system that has worked for hundreds of years. Let’s be honest, there is nothing, I mean NOTHING like the smell of a book. Old, New…it doesn’t matter. There is something about the way a book smells that takes you into the world that you’re reading. It takes you into the mind of a writer.
I suppose the same could be said for writing. In the beginning stories were told through word of mouth, and there was nothing like it, unless of course you have played the nightmare game of telephone. Then of course along came stone, where the clever saying of ‘not being etched in stone’ comes from. As we know, stone is forever, but probably not in the same way that the internet is. Once you put something out there, it’s out there. From there we moved to paper, and it seems like time has flown past us, leaving us to slave away in front of our glowing screens, tacka tacka-ing away, like some organic machine. For some of us, it is hard to know where the machine begins and our hands end. So many of us are so attached, myself included, to our devices and computers that we scarcely look up to the world around us.
Okay, I was a little off track there. Reign it in, Jeff. So, the point of this is I having been battling with myself because I own around 400-500 books (counting my comics), and I am so out of space it’s pathetic. Because of this issue, I did the unthinkable. I went and I purchased an E-Reader. A Kindle to be exact. Now, I felt like I had just betrayed my children at first, but the more I use it, the less guilty I feel (a little).
For those of you, who are shocked I am stepping into the future, understand that I have an incredible respect for libraries and all they offer. I love the feeling of walking in one and being surrounded by the heart and soul of so many writers like myself. Being in a library is like being in nature for some people. There is something so inviting and wild about the place, like any one of the characters in those pages could leap forth at any moment. So, you can understand why owning an E-Book is so hard for me. I feel like the people who love camping but bring a TV.
However, I have been using the E-Reader, and it is amazing. I didn’t get some elaborate tablet with apps and magic, but instead a humble Kindle Paperwhite. It is exactly what one would need for just reading. Now bear with me while I let out the technophile inside. The screen itself isn’t the blinding light one might expect from your phone or an iPad, but instead it is soft and subtle, like a hug. On the flipside, when you do want to brave the outdoors, the Kindle can go with you, allowing you to read in direct sunlight with its matte finish screen and adjustable backlight.
I am finding myself more and more in love with the idea of a device that can hold my entire collection, and also with not having to move twelve boxes of books. So, for all you Bibliophiles like myself, if you are reserved about going paperless, the Kindle Paperwhite is the way to go.