Todd sent me an article the other day that he said I might like. The article talked about book covers, and how they are an endangered art, an identifying mark that will soon only be visible as a thumbnail logo on the i-Pad or Kindle. The article talked about books reverently, but honestly, admitting that sooner or later, people may have electronic devices full of “books,” but shelves of books may be few and far between.
What a sad thought! Books have been and always will be an important part of my life. When I pick up a favorite book, even turning to the middle to read just a single paragraph again, I feel what I felt the first time I read it. I hear the music I was listening to at the time, my own soundtrack to the book. I slip back into that world, if only for a second, and great the characters like long-lost friends.
I need to hold a book in my hand as I read it to experience it properly. The papery, inky smell wafting out from the spine, pages flicking by as my eyes race to take it all in. I mean, curling up with coffee and a book on a Saturday morning is pretty much the best thing ever, but curling up with coffee and a Kindle? Ummm…negative, Ghost Rider.
My goal in life is to have a room filled with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. I will settle for one wall, but I really want every inch of the every wall to be covered in books. And I want an old-timey rolly-ladder, like in libraries in big universities, such as Oxford or Cambridge (neither of which I’ve ever been to, sadly).
I want my children someday to find the magic in books like I did as a kid. I want them to love the touch of a book in their hand, to feel excitement when they stand in front of a bookcase, knowing that a brilliant adventure will spring out of whichever book they choose.
I will have my floor-to-ceiling bookcases. I will share my love of reading with my children. And I will refuse to embrace technology when it interferes with my love affair with books.
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Or, I could just live here, in this Oxford library. Isn’t it just divine?