Possibly have a look at a previous post of mine on “Are bookshelves redundant?”. Anyway.
I had a look along my shelves today. Just the shuffle space for the books I have not yet read. I keep them in a seperate location on the shelves because it is easier and faster to both admit to them there and move on, or to pick out a fresh book to read. I know by looking at them what to expect – the size and shape, the book art, roughly the number of pages, the titles and the authors. This was done very quickly by the way, as I am working, but I was satisfied with my glance. Thinking back it covered some 50 books in a few seconds and gave me everything I needed to know. Some of the books were selected purchases where I had an idea – some were wild flight of abandon (internally – I looked quite calm handing over the money), where I had no idea of what is inside the book – a whim now and again. How fast can I do that on an Ereader?
I dropped a book – never a good thing but it came up unscathed – no bumps. How often can I drop an Ereader?
I had a phonecall from London today. From “Global System Care”. It was “Ken” with a south Asian accent. He wanted to access my computer to see if he could “fix” it. He became quite confrontational – did I think it was a scam? Would he sent me an email? What would that prove? He just needed my help to look inside for the infection. Was there a charge? Only if it was a big virus. No? No. Very well then – I will have to watch my machine die. Imagine spending all that money to give me the best laugh of the day. Poor Ken. I’d like to see him try and data grab or infect my “The New Carpenter and Joiner, Vol III with Index” 1955 printed by Caxton, or any other book for that matter.
I get more exercise lifting, holding and page turning. There may also be excessive looking for that blasted bookmark.
A judge can throw the book at someone and it would mean something.
I have a signed first edition. (from a church sale – nevertheless). I journeyed a thousand miles to ask a stranger to sign a book (no chore, it was to Italy).
I foolishly lend the odd book.
A book is powered by my imagination and light alone. No shortage of either.
When I cook, flour, water splash, oily finger prints or even blood may hit a page. If it doesn’t come off it only adds a memory.
This is not anti Ereaders (which may be of use in specific circumstances), its pro Books.
Putting carpentry back now and going to look for the Great Gatsby, again. I may meet a friendly old forgotten book along the way.