I choose bringing extra books instead of extra shoes when I go on holiday. My husband, however, is more modern. He simply takes his e-reader filled with a dozen books, giving him ample choice while sitting by the swimming pool.
I know all the advantages of an e-reader: lightweight, adaptable font size, etc. I even know that they are technologically well created, your eyes won’t tire as they do when reading on a regular screen. And yet, I can’t give up my paper books. There’s something special about curling up on the couch with a paper book: the smell, the heft, the feel. It’s more than just nostalgia speaking! A heavy book lets you feel the weight of a long story. I love being able to see and feel the thickness of the book, as it gives me a better idea of where I am in a story. When it’s exciting and I still have half a book to go, it reads differently than when I still have ten pages to go. On an e-reader, all these tangible feelings are lost.
Paperless Living Room?
I also love a room with a completely filled bookcase. It feels like home and like a promise of grand adventures all rolled into one. What would the living room look like of someone who only reads eBooks? A paperless bookcase or perhaps even worse, a bookcase filled with books for show, their creaseless spines shining with loneliness of not having been read.
I can’t imagine reading to my sons with an e-reader in my hands. My youngest still eats them or tears out the pages, but I can already read to my oldest. He wants to turn the pages, run his fingers over the images. Sometimes he holds one side and I the other. The book, as well as the story, binds us. I want to keep this amazing experience.
So, to everyone their own, but for me it’s still paper books, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.