By Emily.Veinglory On Aug 17 2012, 8:00 am
I have a confession to make: I was writing ebooks long before I was reading them on a regular basis. Like a lot of people, I was in love with paper books. The ragged rows of spines at the used book store. The musty smell of old yellowbacks. The teetering piles beside the sofa, waiting patiently to be read. Or chewed on by the dog, whatever came first.
Years ago I had bought a Rocket ebook reader, and found its only real function was as a paperweight. I did occasionally read ebooks on my laptop but mainly as a reviewer, motivated by saving the author the cost of printing and postage. Then, on impulse, I bought a Kindle and I was hooked. Sorry, faithful TBR pile, I have officially started to see other formats.
Its not that I care that much about the slaughter of the trees or that I want to support Amazon. It’s just that the Kindle is so … well, it’s just so there. I can carry a range of books to cater to my whims. With the help of inflight wi-fi I can even purchase a new one while 30,000 feet in the air. Authors dangle free ebooks before me, trying (often successfully) to hook me on their series.
The reading interface is finally, if not perfect, good enough to not exhaust my eyeballs or my patience. And the seductive availability of all things e- has improved my reading life substantially, while having a rather nasty effect on my bank balance. I have a whole new ‘to be read’ pile that follows me everywhere I go. While the old one continues to wait patiently for the times when I want to feel paper between my fingertips.
And faithful paper TBR does not seem to care about our new ‘open’ relationship. I visit it just as often as I ever did, and it waits for me beside the ragged sofa just as faithfully.
Unless there is a thunderstorm while I am away, and the dog gets to it first.
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