“There’s nothing like curling up on the couch with a good book.” I told my girlfriend.
She’d been sharing a bunch of nonsense and Tom-foolery about e-readers and how they could be the new wave of the future.
Who was she kidding? I’m a bonafide bookaholic. I resented the fact she thought she knew more than I did about a reading experience.
“I mean, really, it’s not the same as smelling a new book, and turning each page or dog-earing a chapter or two for later.” I reminded her. “Reading from a computer type-thingy is cold and too techy for me.” I added.
Six months later…
“Paul, where’s my Nook? I can’t find it anywhere!”
“We’re only running up to the bank and the post office, Joanne. You don’t need your Nook.”
“Oh yes I do.” I yelled over my shoulder, looking under and in between everything on my kitchen counters. “What if we stop at a red light, what then, huh?”
It’s true, I take my Color Nook with me everywhere. I’ve downloaded everything from Whole Living Magazine to the .99 cent Bible HCSB Version.
Leviticus is downright beautiful this week!
I am officially retracting my statements from six months ago. The ugly techno-reading experience has become a wonderful thing. Have I mentioned the Pandora feature yet? Soothing sounds of Jim Brickman penetrate the silence at bedtime, giving me a reading encounter like no other.
Another benefit is Paul and I belong to approximately seven county libraries for their e-reader books. You borrow a book and two weeks later, whoosh…the library electronically takes the book back. No more library fines or cage fighting-arguments with my children over who didn’t return their books.
I’m in love with my Nook Color. I just don’t know how to break it to my bookcases at home.
The library book sale is this morning, where Books and I have been meeting every second Saturday of the month for over ten years. It’s our special place. My hands are clammy and I’m sick to my stomach, but I’m going to force myself to paste a smile on my face, dab on some lipstick and peruse the aisles. It will be hard to fake the lack of eye contact and the disinterested touch of my hand.
They’ll know something has changed between us…yes, they most definitely will know.
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