I bought three books yesterday. That in itself would not be a surprise to anyone. I’m a well-known book worm and, really, it’s a habit – hmm, more like addiction.
What makes this a ‘wow’ moment is that I bought physical books, not electronic books. You know, the kind where you can smell the pages, how it feels in your hands, literally crack the spine, physically turn the pages, feeling the weight of the paper, noting the width of the page…REAL books.
I had forgotten how much I enjoyed holding a book, turning pages, putting it down and picking it up whenever I wanted and not at the beck and call of technology. Now there’s a bit of irony for you. Me complaining about technology when I’m a bit of a computer geek and I love my gadgets! Having ebooks all depends on data connections, power and storage capacity (oh my). But I get it. An e-reader is easier for travel – lighter, many books, and doesn’t take up a lot of space.
Once upon a time books represented wealth, and for a long time only the wealthy had access to books. The paperback changed that – making books more affordable and thus the average and poor people were able to own books.
There’s something to be said for holding a book in your hands. I’ve never lost sight of the thought of having my own home library – a wall or two of books, all of them well read. Wear and tear on my books are representative of my love of books – the treasures that they truly are.
Oṃ śānti śānti śānti