I am finally back where I belong, working in a bookstore with real live books, made of paper and ink and everything. (And don't give me that "a tree died so you could read Harry Potter" nonsense, because if I was a tree I would gladly sacrifice myself so that the wonder of Harry Potter could be shared with the world.) It's really quite awesome and strange how comforted I am by hugging a book and just physically being around them. They're basically like friends except they can't really hug back (at least not in the traditional sense). I highly recommend book-hugging as a therapeutic exercise. I've spent the last few days organizing and shelving books in the fabulous new independent bookstore I'm working at. (Check it out here. We open next week!) The only real problem is that I might actually spend my entire paycheck before I leave the store. Oh, and we have wine. Wine, chocolate, and books. Yes, I know, we should have named the store "Heaven." But honestly, can you picture anyone curled up by a fire reading aloud to their angelic children...from a Kindle? Or enjoying the beautiful artwork of Eric Carle's The Very Hungry Caterpillar...on a six-inch screen? And when the apocalypse comes in 2012 and all the power goes out in the world so no one can charge their e-readers, we'll see who has the last laugh.
5 Comments
1/26/2011 01:26:11 am
You really like books. And that girl in the picture seems to have an interesting relationship with the printed page. Woop! Woop! Young Adult Fiction Book Idea! Woop! Woop! Alert! Alert! Jen really liked books. Then she met Leif the Printed Page. 8/10/2011 07:22:03 pm
Alert! Jen really liked books. Then she met Leif the Printed Page.
Brian
5/4/2012 01:36:50 am
Oh dear, a Kindle hater. I submit that it is words that give books their power and meaning. Not their smell, or heft, or weight, or any other physical attribute. I don't care about trees used for books so I wont use that argument, promise. Leave a Reply. |