Which raises the question – ‘what is a book?‘
Is a book a collection of information and ideas or is a book a physical item to be held, smelled, thumbed and treasured?…
You can see where this is headed can’t you?
I see great value in the kindle and I doubt I’ll get rid of it, but after reading 60 or 70 books on it I always feel a little gypped when I finish the book. I am realising I have a physical attachment to books more than I do to ideas or storylines.
I have tossed plenty of books out in the last few years – a kindle would be a real winner for these kinds of books – simply hit ‘delete’… but I have also got a collection of my favourites, the ones I like to have there just in case… Just in case what?… I’m not sure. Maybe so I can pick them up and read them when I feel like it, maybe to lend to a friend?…
I like the ‘sample’ versions on kindle, I like the savings in $$, I like the portability… I really do… but I miss a ‘good book’.
Which leads me to wonder if there is something in the kinaesthetic experience of reading that is more significant than maybe we have realised. Sure – you can read a kindle in bed, in the beach, upside down, you never need to worry about it being too thick, or destroying the pages when you fold it back on itself… But I’m missing books.
So I think its time for me to clear the shelves of some more ‘junk’ and to replenish again with some treasures.