I love reading. I don’t read as much as I have in past years, but I’m getting back into the swing of things. With all the books rapidly finding homes on my “bookshelf” (and by “bookshelf” I mean closet, cd rack, desk…), I find myself debating ebooks vs paperback. It’s kinda like an endless game of pros and cons, but without any real resolution.
Last Christmas I got a Nook, and don’t get me wrong, I love it. It’s handy for travel (especially with the rising price of carry-on luggage), it’s compact, my pages don’t get wrinkled/bent/torn. The first eBook I bought was Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus. Which I know also own in hardback. I find I have the same choosing anxiety I have when in a bookstore. This anxiety is compounded by the one feature of eReaders that endlessly kills me: FORMATTING.
I find mysterious gaps between words, cut off sentences, missing bits… and I die a little. That’s not to say printed things aren’t without error, but the formatting on eReaders…
Seriously, where is the rest of my sentence? And the first sentence at that. Yeah, I can totally figure out what the rest IS, but I don’t wanna. I want my pretty words. This is just annoying.
The other reason I’m not terribly fond of eReaders? People can’t see what I’m reading. There’s something I like about sitting with a book, cover bare, and having people see what I’m reading. With all the beautifully simplistic covers, I hate NOT having one to show off and admire and ardently daydream of one being my own.
How could you not want to show it off?
Truth is, if I like it enough, I buy it. eBooks don’t really save me money in the conventional way. I love novellas and the ability to get and read things that aren’t printed, and Free Book Friday is rad, but there’s no choice to make. I want both. And I don’t have to choose.
I just can’t not buy printed copies. It’s engrained in me. I can’t use libraries because I have to give the books back. I frequent my local used bookshop, but sadly, they’re closing and there aren’t any independent shops in my town.
I’ve also been thinking about the WAY we consume art, but that’s a blog for next week. Or later this week.
I have books to read.