Crack open a new book; feel the spine crunch as its insides fan apart, its outside backbends for the first time. Inhale fresh, crisp unread pages. Hold a treasure that promises to whisk you to another space. Heaven.
From my first book read at age three to more than half of my thirties that was how I experienced a book - save the "new" part as while my home overflows with bound books, I've also checked out thousands of cherished-by-many books from libraries across the country.
Enter the last year, a Kindle app for my laptop, and my new friend, Droid - the smartphone that never seems to leave my side now - with its own Kindle app to read by. And the ebooks that I never thought I'd be interested in have wriggled their way not only into my library, but the very manner in which I read.
I realized this last bit late last night while reading my newest bound book, Bloodline, and I actually pressed my finger on a word on the page. I mean really pressed it! Why? I didn't know what the word meant and was looking for the instant dictionary lookup that's ever so convienent when reading an ebook. Yes, it was quite late, but it struck me how automatic of a response it was to an unknown word.
And in an instant I was torn between my old, ever constant love of traditional bound, paper pages in hand books and the new fancy schmancy, take with you wherever you go, easy to look up a word and continue reading ebooks. Not only was I torn, but I felt like I was cheating....on both of them!
Ink stained fingers from newsprinted papers were cast aside as clandestine affairs with news aggregates across the interwebs ensued. Multi-volume back breaking encyclopedias were left to dusty corners of a library as I embraced Google, who I would gladly smooch every single day. Dictionaries disappeared off shelves and shattering, though predictable, news broke that the Oxford English dictionary would no longer be printed.
Admittedly, I don't think I've cracked open a paper bound dictionary in about fifteen years. But, in the late hour my eyes were travelling along James Rollins' words on the pages of my printed edition of his latest Sigma thriller, I suddenly became all too aware of just how differently I access information today.
What about you? Are you waving your arms in welcome, rolling out the red carpet for the next newest way to access information? Or do you wave your arms wildly, sending the newest tech down the road?
I hope my world holds both. I hope I'm inviting it in with arms wide and yet choosing to cherrish the trinkets of yesterday that I wish to never loose interest in; like my long standing bound book love affair. May there always be rooms full of beloved bound books waiting to be read, thumbed through, and passed on to the next generation to get lost in.
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