On Books

Since I am not yet done with my whole furniture painting adventure, I figured I would write about something else.

Books.

How I love books.  I love the feel of the paper between my fingers, the words, the smell and getting lost in a story.

When I was a child, about once a week, my older sister would take me after school to the Public Library and we would browse for hours and hours among the book lined shelves finally choosing a book or two to take home.

That is where I discovered adventure, romance and history.  I discovered great authors such as Alcott and Dickson, Mark Twain, and Poe.

From the time I was 3, it didn't matter what kind of book, I would get lost in them.

As I got older, I collected old books, cloth bound Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys and the Bobsey Twins, and yes, I still have them.

I found many of them at flea markets and yard sales for a dollar or two.

But with the advent of technology, as wondrous as they are, I fear actual books will become obsolete.

I believe new generations will not know the wondrous feeling of holding a book in their hands, feeling the paper, the sound of the page as it turns, and hiding under the bed covers at night with a flashlight so they can find out what happens next.

People will read ebooks on Kindle instead.

I am not saying new technology doesn't have value and convenience, how easy it is to shop for books online and download them, not to mention you can carry umpteen books a lot more conveniently on a Kindle.

But for me, I prefer an actual book, it's easier on my eyes for one, I am not so young as I used to be, and there is absolutely nothing like curling up on the couch with a good book, a cup of tea and a purring cat on a rainy day.

Somehow a Kindle just doesn't fit the picture.