I’ve been a reader my entire life. Growing up, our Saturday tradition was that my mom and I would go to the local library and check out the maximum five books. I started my first journal when I was seven and have loved words, their meaning and the emotions they convey ever since.
I have quite a collection of books, but my life changed in 2008 when I got an E-Reader called a Kindle. The Kindle is perfect for my need of instant gratification, as it delivers books to me in under 30 seconds. I’ve been reading on my Kindle ever since I received it, and have hardly bought a “real live” book in the years since.
For my birthday, the lovely ladies in my office gave me a Barnes and Noble gift certificate, as they know how much I enjoy reading. I’ve been holding onto the gift card for two months now, because I wasn’t really sure what to buy.
So on this lazy, Sunday morning, I slipped into my flip flops and made my way to my local Barnes & Noble. I instantly found myself sucked into the aisles of books and I was nostalgic for the paper and the words that filled the brightly shining covers. I must have spent at least an hour running my fingers across the spines of the books, scanning pages, and excitably reading beginnings of endless novels.
I left with two new books and beautiful stationary and the desire to go back. While my Kindle is wonderful, there really is nothing better than a brand new book that I can actually touch, feel and smell.
Long live the written word.