Musings on personal growth, books, motherhood, writing, and more. "Every hour is saved from that eternal silence, something more, a bringer of new things." – Tennyson
I am one of those old-fashioned lovers of paper books—you know the type. We want to hold physical books in our hands and look at them on our bookshelves; we want to flip through the pages and smell the paper. We don’t want to look at a screen for reading, no matter how well the screen imitates the look of paper. We get annoyed when our friends and family try to persuade us to convert to ebooks, giving us unwanted e-readers for Christmas or repeatedly listing the benefits of ebooks, which we already know: yes, you can take your library anywhere and download new books on the go; no, you never struggle with holding awkwardly-sized books or not having enough light to read by; and so on. We’re glad for you. We just like our physical books. Please, just let us be.
But this is all old news. What I really have to say is something that occurred to me recently—a reason to be very glad that so many people read ebooks now, even though I don’t: because fewer physical books will need to be printed, as this trend continues, so less paper will be needed, and more trees will be saved, and our environment will be that much healthier!
Plus, there’s the fact that the up-and-coming generations will have the world of books accessible to them in the way they prefer—on a screen—and what’s better than reading? Not much, in my opinion!
So then, hooray for ebooks! But I’m still going to be one of the non-tree-saving people buying paper books, which I doubt will ever be entirely eliminated—so there’s no need to be defensive about it, anyway, except when someone tries to push me to read ebooks when I don’t want to. So, everyone, keep your e-readers, please!