|Just proof my high school math teachers were justified in their less than sparkly grades for me|
Nevertheless, when I opened the box for my e-reader it was Christmas-morning-birthday-week-one-dollar-margaritas-happy-hour all rolled into one. I love to read. I go through spells of devouring entire books in a day for weeks on end. I didn't hold anything against the traditional hardcover or paperback. It was simply a matter of, well, simplicity. Living overseas means waiting for books to ship which can take anywhere from a week to a month depending on where I order from and if the mail planes are feeling generous. (hint: at Christmas they never feel generous). So one can see why my impatient voracious-reading self felt that e-readers were the best thing since chocolate covered coffee beans.
Fast forward four years later. I'm sitting in the doctor's office, trusty e-reader in hand. Ahh. It's so wonderfully perfect to be able to rescue that little plastic piece of technology from the murky depths of the blackhole also known as my purse. No more thumbing through crusty old magazines I wasn't interested in two years ago (when they were actually published). I flip the little switch and my e-reader comes to life. Now the hard decision. Which book do I want to read . . .
Because there were . . .plenty.
And by plenty, I mean over a dozen books I hadn't started. Half I don't remember downloading. Some I'm not even sure what made me download them to begin with. That evil 'recommended for you' section gets me every time. And sure, I could download a sample first, but it's just SO EASY. (until you get your credit card statement and then you spend half the morning convincing your significant other that at least it was books and not shoes and that counts for something, right? RIGHT?!) By the time I was able to recall what most of the books were about and pick one to start, I was being called back and had to put the e-reader away.
That afternoon I headed to the one store where I could purchase books in English. The selection is usually small and it's always a hit or miss (sadly the library isn't tons better). But I lovingly piled a stack into my arms and sat in the corner, feeling the covers, smelling the pages. All in all, I looked like a loon and more than one mom quickly ushered her kids away from the 'crazy book lady in the corner'.
I hadn't realized just how much I missed real books. A quick google for e-book statics will turn up plenty of evidence that e-books are a very dominant and growing force in the publishing world but. . .