Many of you will agree that reading and writing are at the heart of a meaningful life. Books share their value in our lives along with family, loves, work, and other interests. The list goes on. On the other hand, writing is solitary, and more often than not, leaves the writer alone to contemplate how much they like themselves as company. I recently asked an elderly woman (classified as someone at least 10 years older than me) about her greatest joy in life. She answered reading, and the pure excitement of being transported away from the constraints and immobility of increased age.
Books are Cairns that guide us through life, and often into the unknown world of stranger's mind. A trip that can be ordinary, or sublime. I confess that I love books - all books. Although I believe my wife loves books more. I am very fond of hard cover books, and to a lesser extent paperbacks (I already hinted I was getting older). I am tactile, so part of my reading experience is to absorb the many aspects of a paper book such as: touch, smell, cut edges, color, and quality of the paper. It is an intimate process, that is linked in memory with the book forever.
As you have already guessed I am not much of an eBook reader, although I understand why many people elect to avail themselves of the many virtues eBooks have to offer, such as size, ability to select fonts, storage capacity, portability, and low light reading capability.
But, like the smell and touch of loved one on a warm summer evening, some things are hard to give up. Regardless, I do enjoy the reading experience. And you?