I know it’s the holiday season because delightful advertisements have sprung up on my television. Now, I refuse to get a Kindle or a Reader, or any of those other electronic reading doodads out there, but this commercial almost made me want one.
But, as much fun as that looks, I want to stick with a good old-fashioned book. I like the smell of books and the nostalgia that surrounds them. I like that they’ve been around for centuries and a lot of those texts are still relevant. I like opening a book for the first time and I like feeling the familiar crack of a worn-in spine once I’ve reread a book for the umpteenth time. I hate it when books are dog-eared, but I like that they can be. They’re personal; you can write in the margins or underline or (gasp) highlight. To me, they’re classic and classy. And, I’m sorry, but what’s a nicer decoration to a room than a nice bookshelf of books, be them mismatched paperbacks or leather-bound first editions?
And don’t even get me started on how much I love libraries. Seriously, don’t. I could prattle on for a while.