I make no secret of the fact that I like paper here. I read a fair bit, and I like to hold a book in my hands to do so, an actual book. And I really can’t see that changing.
Now don’t get me wrong, I can see the appeal of a Kindle. The ability to store books in there, try free books and instantly have a new book at my fingertips are all very appealing. But it’s not enough.
I bought the Husband a Kindle for Christmas. He loves it and it is absolutely perfect for him. He never re-reads a book or gets attached to them feeling the need to keep them. He’s moaned in the past about a book being too large, too thick, too weighty, his Kindle never is. On beginning a new book, he always checks the typeset on the inside cover (do you do that? I didn’t even know it was there and I’ve read a lot of books!). Anyway, he has font preferences to read in, yes he does, and his Kindle allows him to select them. So yes, it’s the perfect gift for him and he’s happy with it.
On it’s arrival, I felt a flicker of interest when he was looking at the free and on sale ebooks available. I do love a book, and a bargain book is all the more tempting! But it still lacked that certain something that a paper book has. I struggle to put it into words, so I can only hope that others can understand what I mean. That others walk into book shops and feel excited, eyes flitting everywhere taking in all of the interesting covers and smells, desperate to explore. So, tempting though it was, it failed to sway me.
And then it happened, then came the nail in the e-reader coffin as far as I am concerned. Again, it’s something that’s a huge hit with the Husband, but for me, it’s an absolute no-no.
He cheerfully showed me how many minutes it predicted it would take him until the end of his current chapter, and then how far he now is into the book, as a percentage. He was quite enamoured with this gadgetry. Saw it as a real plus, actually.
Me? Just no, no, no! When I read a book, I sink into it. The stories are woven around me, the words and worlds are there for me to escape into, to curl up with. It’s an art, a tale, and maths and technology have no part in it. I’m comfortable with them, don’t get me wrong – I am a blogger, of course – but they have little place in my reading. You might be thinking, just ignore them, fair point, I could do that. But that’s not quite it. It’s just those final things that killed it for me. Tipped me over the edge where I was already teetering, and so I have contentedly fallen back into my papery world, with no more doubts that I might be missing something. I will hold onto my books, thank you.
So fellow readers, tell me, where do you sit on this one? I suspect that I am archaic and in the minority, so I will await the onslaught of Kindle love as soon as I hit publish…!