Before y'all jump on me, I love all books. E-books, physical books, audiobooks. I don't care. I'll read 'em. If it's on my phone, I can blow through it like it's nobody's business, at least if it's interesting to me, probably just because it's more accessible?? It's right there, whenever, and it's easier for me to move my position to get comfy. But recently someone lent me A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray, in book form, and I'm having the hardest time with it. I read a few pages at a time before my neck gets stiff or my back starts to hurt and I need to just move, so getting through this book feels like wading through molasses.
It's conflicting, for sure, because I used to be a purist about books. E-books are the devil! Real books will prevail! If we can't handle real books we're headed for a Fahrenheit 451-esque dystopia! You get the idea. But it's honestly so much easier to read e-books or listen to an audio book, and that switch was something I hadn't even realized I'd made until now.
Don't get me wrong, I adore books, and I especially adore book stores. Walking through the aisles, reading a few pages, trying to find that book you really connect with that you might not have even known existed until you picked it up. It's bliss. However, when it comes down to it, I haven't really bought a physical book in years. That kind of makes me sad, even if I get why. It might just be a part of the integration of electronics over hardcover into our society, but it still makes me feel a little guilty for leaving physical books in the dust.
Thanks for reading (however you do it!),
Davis
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