You may have heard (or read) me mention that I happen to work with a group of people who are all significantly older than I. I’m not necessarily a spring chicken, but the next youngest person at my current place of employment has got a full 20 years on me. And not only that, they generally seem to act old, even for their age. There is a noticeable disdain toward technology, which leads me to today’s topic: eReaders.
I’ll admit I was hesitant to jump on the bandwagon simply because it seemed an extra expense, a luxury that didn’t merit its cost in my household. (I still feel this way about the iPad. A cool new toy? Sure. But what can it do that my laptop and my hubby’s smart phone can’t?) I did eventually buy a Kindle and in all honesty, I kind of love it. Allow me to clarify: I read a lot and I certainly have not forsaken my beloved paperback. But the eReader has its place. I also travel any chance I get and the Kindle makes reading on an airplane exponentially easier, especially since I’m often reading more than one book at a time and it saves me the cumbersome task of stuffing my carry-on with multiple books or the nearly impossible chore of choosing just one (a choice I will, inevitably, regret). Not to mention it is sublimely easy to delete a book that I have no desire to read again, which, unfortunately, covers the majority of them. No old, long-unopened books cluttering up the shelves, collecting dust.
On the other hand, the books I do fall in love with, the ones I want to read over and over until every word is committed to memory, until their spines break and the pages feel onion skin-thin beneath my finger tips, those books I buy genuine paperback copies of. In a way, the eReader has made the paper book that much more valuable. I only buy one if it’s a book I love, like a prize. The paper book has become precious, reserved for those words I so adore, I need a physical copy of them in my home.
I know many who disagree, who feel there is no way to read other than to hold a book in your hands, turning the pages as you go, straining your eyes in the dark, cherishing every little coffee stain for the memory it invokes. Some who feel books just aren’t real if they aren’t made of paper. Which, of course, leads me to this month’s poll. I want to know how you, dear readers, feel about the format of your reading material.