A Confession . . . and Helping of Crow
Okay, major confession time. I see a huge plate of crow just waiting for me. It’s an acquired taste, I’m told, and by the end of this post I’ll have had my share and be picking it from my teeth.
I’ve always said I wasn’t into the whole e-book reader thing. Yes, technology moved ahead as relentlessly as shadows move with the sun. And yes, the e-book movement was only going to gain steam. But I didn’t have to like it. I’d alway–yes, I said ALWAYS–prefer the feel of a real book to that of a piece of plastic. I’d never–yes, I said NEVER–give up on real paper and ink books. ALWAYS. NEVER.
Please pass the crow . . . and could you hand me the hot sauce?
This past Valentine’s Day my wife got me a Kindle touch. I thanked her and was genuinely intrigued and thought it’d be nice to have around, maybe I’d read some books on it, but that was about it. It would never–yes, NEVER again–replace my love for the real book, the feel of pages, the smell of ink on paper.
Yes, I’d like another helping of crow, thank you.
I don’t quite know what happened. The more I used the Kindle the more I liked it. And the more I liked it the more I got used to reading from it, to its feel, its weight, the ease of downloading books, the abundance of free books, the storage capacity. The ability to take a break from reading and play mahjong.
Okay, I can hardly speak now my mouth is so full of crow.
Here it is: IlikemyKindlebetterthanrealbooks.
There, I said it. It’s the truth, too. In fact, I find it difficult to read a real book, the kind with pages and ink and a spine for goodness sake.
Please, don’t throw rocks, the crow is enough, believe me. Even with hot sauce it’s enough.
Question: So how about you? Which do you prefer, e-book or the real deal?
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