Today, I crossed the line. I did the thing that I said I would never do. I have betrayed my own beliefs. I bought a book for Kindle.
Yea, turns out that you don’t need to spend nearly €200 for a Kindle E-reader, you can just download the freaking software on your phone or tablet or whatever (phone in my case). So, that’s what I did. And I bought/downloaded a couple of books. Mostly free books like Pride & Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre and Les Miserables, eventhough I have all the real books in my bookcase, and one book that I actually had to pay for: Warm Bodies. But I’ll get to that later.
I’m not sure what to think about this development in my life. Before I did this, I was absolutely 100% against E-readers. I claimed that nothing can replace the feel, smell and look of real books. To be honest, I still believe this. The thought of a house without a full bookcase is unbelievably sad to me. This can never happen. I can’t express how much enjoyment I get from just looking at all my books. Nothing can replace that.
So then why did I get Kindle and even bought a book for it? Because it’s freaking convenient that’s why. There’s no delivery time or cost, it doesn’t weigh down your bag and it’s there whenever you want. I recognize these redeeming qualities. Still can’t replace a real book though.
Today, after reading the umpteenth review about ‘Warm Bodies’, I decided that I had to read it. I first thought that it was the Zombie version of Twilight but people have been telling me that that’s not the case. I’m in Chapter 8 now, and so far, I’m neither impressed nor disappointed. It’s okay. I hope it’ll pick up.
The thought that I’m going to be in bed in a couple of hours, holding my phone in front of my face in order to read a book is a little sad to me.. I don’t know why. Somehow it’s just not the same. It just seems so.. impersonal. Books have souls, E-readers don’t. Also, the skin on my finger is getting dry from all the page flipping.
What do you prefer? Book or E-reader?