Do you ever feel like you’re in Toy Story and the “things” in the room with you are really alive? Yes, I realize that I am starting to sound criminally insane, but I have to set the stage for what I am about to tell you.
Are you sitting down? Do you have 19th century smelling salts by your side?
With much research and thought, I have decided to cheat on my books and buy a Kindle e-Reader.
Take it in. Let it really soak into your subconscious.
What does the cover look like? How will it look on my bookshelf? Will his book friends make fun of him for some cosmetic inferiority? Will he (gasp!) live up to my shelving standards?
All of these things go into my book searches and purchases, because I keep every book I read. I have boxes and boxes in my parents’ basement. I can’t let them go! They’re a part of who I am.
There is something comforting about laying in the grass and losing all track of time because a story has grabbed you so intensely that you can’t put it down.
Why would I do something like this to my beloved books? Why now? Why this drastic measure?
Well, as much as I love my books in EVERY way, they’re just getting harder and harder to tote around with me. I don’t yet know how to break it to my books, but i’ll manage somehow.
I have come to see, through much anguish on my part, it’s not about the shell in which carries the words, it’s about the story. It’s about characters you fall in love with; people you can relate to. Stories that have stood the test of time. 400 year old tales that still manage to grip you from within and bring you to tears.