I love my Nook.
It’s easy to use and colorful. All my little book images are alphabetical. I can search. It’s a wonderful yippee piece of technology, but there are certain books I still buy in hard cover or paperback. I just have to.
I’ve been know to read a book on my Nook and then buy it in paper to put on my shelf. Sometimes I never read the paper copy, I simply want to have it, hold it in my hand. There are a few authors I always buy in paper because I love them, everything they write, and it feels…well, more personal.
When I buy a book on my Nook, it’s fun and convenient. When I buy a book in paper it means I’m in love. It’s a gesture, my way of saying to the author, “Your story is fantastic and I want to have it with me always. Even if the batteries die or the electricity goes off.”
There’s a visceral reaction when I run my hands along books. They’re tangible, soulful. Words on printed pages strung together and bound as they have been for lifetimes before me. It’s essential. I honestly couldn’t be without them.
When I was a little girl, my mother caught me tearing the pages out of a book. I don’t recall why, maybe I wanted to make the book shorter. I hated to read when I was younger. Anyway, I remember her taking the book from me and explaining that, “Books are very precious things.”
Truer words were never spoken.
My thoughts from the laundry room. Fall Asleep Reading.