What will you decide?
Don’t get me wrong! I LOVE gadgets and cannot imagine surviving ONE SINGLE DAY without my laptop, tablet or phone. When my usually dependable laptop recently crashed for no reason at all, I was lost; displaced and completely out of sorts! I need technology. Therefore, I too attempted the Kindle/e-Book ‘mania’. It was convenient and my books were available straight away! I did not have to rush from bookstore to bookstore to find the book I wanted to read. I no longer had to pay exorbitant delivery charges for online purchases and I no longer had to wait for delivery. I was GOOD TO GO!
But, I wasn’t. It was awful! Halfway through the first chapter of my Kindle, my eyes began to fail me. The words became jumbled and I would put the Kindle down for longer than I would read. I would accidentally touch the screen and it would zoom in! Or out! It was cold and unfriendly in my hands. It was ONLY a story I was doing my very best to focus on. I was having such a hard time trying to pay attention to what I was attempting to read; this after being distracted by the brightness or dimming of the Kindle and a battery that threatened to end my reading on its terms even though I had it fully charged only hours ago. I was frustrated! This was NOT working for me!
My fondest memories of reading were of when I was just a little girl and my favorite time of day was when my grandmother and I would read. Books. Real books. For hours on end. I would always inspect the book I was about to read and marvel at all the many hands that had actually flipped through those pages. I could hardly wait to curl up beside her with a warm mug of hot chocolate in my one hand, a book in the other and a quilted ‘blanky’ over me. My grandma Lulu had enormous respect and admiration for books…ANY books and she would habitually remind me to “go wash my hands”.
Each time I open up a book, the first page magically becomes an opened portal; almost as though I am stepping into another world. It grabs me and draws me in…into an alternate universe that only the storyteller and I know of. It becomes a smell and a feeling that carries me away into a creation of something magical as I wholly immerse myself into the story and perhaps, fall in love with the characters. A place that only exists through the turning of pages. It feels and it smells familiar; a world that recognizes and welcomes me. By the time the last page has been turned and the portal has been closed, the memories continue to linger long after the story ends. Only moments ago had I lived their story. I had been a part of their enchantment. It had become a part of me. I can’t otherwise but wonder how the characters are? How are they today? Where are they now? It’s almost as though I am desperate to check in on them.
I sort of ‘lost’ this experience with a Kindle.
It’s simple. For me, the JOY that comes with reading comes with paper.