I am so tired of people looking down their noses at my e-reader and explaining that they love books. So today I’m going to answer their complaints, one by one.
Book Lover: Because I’m a person of passion and a true intellectual, I love the feel, the smell, the je ne sais quoi of a real book.
Me: Are you kidding? Recently I heard publisher Stephen Roxburgh speak to a group of writers in a bookstore. He held up a 1710 edition of Swift’s Tale of a Tub, leather-bound with marbled papers, beautifully etched, letter-pressed on vellum. Three hundred years old and looking like new. He said, “If you tell me you love this book, I’m right there with you.” He swept his arm toward the bookshelves. “These? Pulp, fit for a landfill.” Then he held up his new iPad. “I also love this book,” he said, and showed how, like the Swift, it was beautifully designed, a pleasure to examine and hold, and how, unlike the Swift, its content was actually readable and enjoyable.
Book Lover: You can’t cuddle up with an e-book.
Me: But you can cuddle up with the latest Dan Brown hard cover? My e-book is smaller, lighter, and easier to read in any cuddling position, I guarantee you. You can turn pages with one hand and the type will turn sideways or upside down, if you ask it to.
Book Lover: I don’t want my books to glare at me.
Me: I will grant you that. That’s why I prefer an e-ink reader to an LED-lit one. I can read it outdoors in the sun or in the romantic glow of the lamp on my bed table.
Book Lover: I hate change.
Me: Well, you got me there.