Giving in to eReading
I’ve hit a strange place. I was avoiding buying an eReader because I love the visceral properties of books. The particular feel of a book can remind me of previous one I loved. I was weirded out when the third trade paperback in Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies series was just sliiiightly smaller than the others of its family. But I absolutely loved the feel of the cover and the paper in those. (Also, check out the awesome Etsy book art in the pic.)
One of the qualities I looked for in a purse was the ability to stash a trade paperback for solo dining out, which accounts for probably 80% of my restaurant intake. For those of you who don’t know, I read slowly. It can take quite a while for me to get through a book. So by the time I got to the end of Tails of Wonder and Imagination, it was all munged up, which made me want to cry. The corners were dog-eared. The top was splotched pink by some errant ink or nail polish gone astray in my purse. It made me sad. So now I’m purchasing an eReader to carry along with me explicitly so I have something to read but am not beating up a book. I could get a book cover, but part of the experience of reading that I enjoy is the feel of the book itself. Which, yes, I understand I will lose when I go to the eReader. But I think I’ll continue to get the stuff I love in a bound version. The eReader can be for authors I’m trying out or magazines or stuff that hasn’t made it to the publisher yet. For everything else, there’s paper.
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