A terrible awful thing has happened to me. It happened just the other night while I was reading a book. An actual book with a cover and pages and printed words and all of that book-like stuff.
Now, the problem was not what I was reading, I want you to know that upfront. The book itself is fantastic and, in truth, I highly recommend it. It is called Whatever Doesn’t Kill You: Six memoirs of resilience, strength, and forgiveness. It is the first print publication from Shebooks and was edited by the remarkable Laura Fraser, co-founder of Shebooks. Really, the memoirs included are terrific and I can’t get the stories out of my mind. They are extraordinarily well written, and a perfect length – longer than an essay, shorter than a book – so you can digest them one at a time. If you’re not already familiar with Shebooks, well, you should be. This is a great way to get acquainted or just start reading their e-books, either way, you’ll be glad you did.
Which brings me back to the terrible awful thing that happened. I love reading. I love reading books. I love reading books more than many other things in life. But yes, my friends, the terrible awful thing has happened.
There I was, reclining on my wonderful “princess” chair, the one I purchased specifically with reading in mind; the overstuffed chaise longue that is wide enough for two people to sit with outstretched legs but is, frankly, perfect for just me, lots of pillows and a cat or two. I had my cup of green tea on the shelf to my left, reading light positioned just so, cat on my lap purring at a comfortable, yet not distracting level, and then it happened. The terrible awful thing.
I realized that I wished the book was on my iPad.
Yes, that is the terrible awful thing. I wished a print copy was digital because it is easier to swipe than hold the book and turn pages. There, I said it. Sigh.
And so, now you know my terrible awful story. I could say that I’m just keeping up with technology and that we should all love our e-readers more than actual books, but it broke my heart. I do not actually want to prefer an iPad or Kindle. I want to only use them because they are convenient when traveling, for example, or to read advance copies not yet in print. But, the truth is, my middle-aged hands prefer the ease of swiping, over holding the book open and using my other hand to turn to the next page.
Please don’t hate me, I’ll still read print books, but it appears I’m headed to the dark e-side. Pray for me that I may find my way back. Now, back to Whatever Doesn’t Kill You.