Books are my favourite things in life. They open portals to different realm, they open your eyes to see what you never imagined to exist. They broaden your mind, offer you an escape from reality.
I admit, I don’t read as much as I should nowadays, but for a long time, books were the only friends I had. I’d carry one around wherever I went. I’d spend most of my time in books, and a part of me wishes I still could.
Real life is nice, of course, but kingdoms made of dream dust are both more interesting and safer. You can’t full well battle a dragon and come out unscathed in this world, right?
When I was a kid, books were made of paper, and had hard covers. They were heavy and expensive, and one was forbidden from taking them outside. Naturally I broke that rule many, many times, and no-one really cared. Or maybe they just didn’t notice.
As I grew a bit, books started to come in smaller sizes and with soft covers. They didn’t cost as much, and they started appearing on my desk on Birthdays and namedays, and sometimes for no reason at all. I’d read them through over and over again, learning, growing, slowly figuring out books aren’t just my friends, they’re a part of me. A part so large I never can go without them, a part large enough to hide entire realms I need to paint out in words.
I started writing when I was relatively young. No-one had even imagined ebooks back then, let alone a small device that could fit an entire library in it. The though of carrying around an object that withheld every book ever written was absurd.
And only a few short years later, the first Kindle was introduced to us, and sold out of stock in a matter of minutes.
Ebooks are now more popular than paperbacks. Electronic reading devices are affordable, convenient, and available almost anywhere. You can take them along on trains and planes. They’re light, they make reading in the dark possible, and you’re never stuck with just one option like with the good old paperback.
Reading a book on Kindle can be easy and practical, but I prefer a real book. The sound of pages being turned and leafed through pleases me, the touch of covers bent with years of love is like seeing an old friend after too much time. There’s something romantic behind the notion of picking out a book from a crowded self, taking it to your favourite spot on the sofa, curling up with a cup of coffee only to wake up after spending hours lost in a realm made of dream dust to realize the lights gone out and your coffee’s grown cold.
With Kindle, you’ll wake up to notice your battery’s gone. There’s no romance in that.