I like to think of myself as a groovy Tree-Hugger.
Leave the trees, say I.
The Lungs of Our Big Blue Marble.
In July, I waxed a little bit lyrical on my love of Trees ( see Hug A What Now?).
So, "Yes!", I roar, "Leave the Trees alone!!!!"
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Unless, it is to make books ............ in which case ....... CHOP 'EM DOWN! CHOP 'EM ALL DOWN!!!!!
(not really)
And so you see my dilemma.
I love paper.
I love my newsPAPERS papery.
I love stationary shops. (This is worthy of a post of its own)
Yes.
I do have a Kindle.
And Kindle and I have a respectful relationship.
We can see each other's worth. I respect the Kindle hugely. Kindle has a place.
Kindle, for me, is that person you KNOW would be a really good choice as a girl/boyfriend.
That person that ticks all the right boxes.
Oh, you know, things like:
a job,
mostly able to leave house in matching socks*,
holds knife and fork properly**,
likes animals.....
those sorts of things .............. annnnnnnnnd yettttttttttt................. something is not quite right.
* mind you, this has never been a deal-breaker
** this HAS
No *ZING!*
Gotta have the Zing or this thing is going nowhere.
Buying a book. Selecting a book.
It's finding a new friend.
Opening a door to a new place, to new people, to new adventures or experiences.
The best thing ever.
The physical manifestation of a book is a joy that makes my heart sing. Words. On Paper
(Too much? I did think it was bit much but I have left it in anyway)
You don't get that with a Kindle, do you?
I enjoy the ritual of buying a book.
Personally, to maximise the thrill, I need all the senses to the 'zinged'.
The Feel of the book - the paper needs to be right. The Cover too. (btw, 'right' is subjective & indefinable. I know when it is & I know, when it isn't)
The Smell of the book - ain't nothing like it.
The Sound of the book - that creak of the spine as you open it. The crispness of the edges of untouched pages
The Look of the book - the font needs to be right (not too big, please, I am not 7).
You don't get that with a Kindle, do you?
The quality of production is important too.
This thing is going to be with me, for the duration, either:
by the bath,
on the dining table,
on the sofa or by the bed,
in my bag,
by the pool
I need the pages to stay where they are. Pages falling out of a book are socks sliding down the back of your shoe, a scratchy label on your neck. Irritating & distracting.
In Praise of The Kindle
There are two things for which I do respect Kindle.
Two reasons why I will never end it completely with Kindle.
Two reasons why, I suppose, one could say I continue to string Kindle along.
Kindle allows me the chance to have a book (several in fact) with me at all times, regardless of size and, when I hear of a book that I NEEEEEEEEED now, I can scratch that itch almost instantly.
Assuming the Wifi is working.
Leave the trees, say I.
The Lungs of Our Big Blue Marble.
In July, I waxed a little bit lyrical on my love of Trees ( see Hug A What Now?).
So, "Yes!", I roar, "Leave the Trees alone!!!!"
*
**
***
****
*****
******
##
##
Unless, it is to make books ............ in which case ....... CHOP 'EM DOWN! CHOP 'EM ALL DOWN!!!!!
(not really)
And so you see my dilemma.
I love paper.
I love my newsPAPERS papery.
I love stationary shops. (This is worthy of a post of its own)
But most of all - most, of all, I love my books real.
Yes.
I do have a Kindle.
And Kindle and I have a respectful relationship.
We can see each other's worth. I respect the Kindle hugely. Kindle has a place.
Kindle, for me, is that person you KNOW would be a really good choice as a girl/boyfriend.
This is the RIGHT way |
Oh, you know, things like:
a job,
mostly able to leave house in matching socks*,
holds knife and fork properly**,
likes animals.....
those sorts of things .............. annnnnnnnnd yettttttttttt................. something is not quite right.
* mind you, this has never been a deal-breaker
** this HAS
No *ZING!*
Gotta have the Zing or this thing is going nowhere.
Buying a book. Selecting a book.
It's finding a new friend.
Opening a door to a new place, to new people, to new adventures or experiences.
The best thing ever.
The physical manifestation of a book is a joy that makes my heart sing. Words. On Paper
(Too much? I did think it was bit much but I have left it in anyway)
You don't get that with a Kindle, do you?
I enjoy the ritual of buying a book.
Personally, to maximise the thrill, I need all the senses to the 'zinged'.
The Feel of the book - the paper needs to be right. The Cover too. (btw, 'right' is subjective & indefinable. I know when it is & I know, when it isn't)
The Smell of the book - ain't nothing like it.
The Sound of the book - that creak of the spine as you open it. The crispness of the edges of untouched pages
The Look of the book - the font needs to be right (not too big, please, I am not 7).
You don't get that with a Kindle, do you?
The quality of production is important too.
This thing is going to be with me, for the duration, either:
by the bath,
on the dining table,
on the sofa or by the bed,
in my bag,
by the pool
I need the pages to stay where they are. Pages falling out of a book are socks sliding down the back of your shoe, a scratchy label on your neck. Irritating & distracting.
In Praise of The Kindle
There are two things for which I do respect Kindle.
Two reasons why I will never end it completely with Kindle.
Two reasons why, I suppose, one could say I continue to string Kindle along.
Kindle allows me the chance to have a book (several in fact) with me at all times, regardless of size and, when I hear of a book that I NEEEEEEEEED now, I can scratch that itch almost instantly.
Assuming the Wifi is working.
I agree 100% with EVERYTHING in this post! A Kindle has its place (I call it the I want an Oompa Loompa Now Impulse), but there is nothing that makes the heart sing like a real book!
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