Monday, March 31, 2014

A Book and A Margaritas

Everyone who knows me knows that a book is never far away. I have a stack of books at home to read. I always have one or two in my car for those times I find myself sitting for a bit. I love my books.

My friend was late. I was sitting at the restaurant with a novel sitting upright in a collapsible book stand. A young man came to take my order. "You don't see those very often," he said, referring to my book. "Most people have a Kindle or something else." Hm. I was speechless.

As a writer, I love the feel of a book. I love to have shelves full of my favorite books. The library is right down the street and one of my favorite places to visit. I cherish the pages of a book and the words written on them. Some books, such as Les Míserables, even have memorable phrases marked in them. I can't do that on a Nook or Kindle. I want paper and ink!!!

This seems to be a conflict for a woman who tries to stay progressive. For Christmas, I gave my oldest granddaughter a vintage collection of Jane Eyre. I collect beautifully illustrated children's books for my grandchildren. I read the classics and keep them to read again and again. If I have no books that I truly own, I cannot pass on the literature I hold dear. And, I'm not that old! I've only had sixty-six Christmas's, birthdays and other holidays. Not many.

Books have quite a history. Text has been found written on clay tablets, then in wax and on papyrus, finally ending up type-set on a printer. The written word has indeed been around a long time. We search in caves and in rubble looking for written word. Pictorials and images tell stories as well as do the words in ancient languages. Still they are all forms of books telling stories of people long ago. Certainly, I'm pleased that I don't carry around a slab of clay or a bulky papyrus. A book seems just about the right size. And, with a book, clay tablet, papyrus or wax, it can't just fade into oblivion if your computer is hacked.

I sat sipping a margarita with my book and book stand in front of me, wondering if perhaps the waiter might like to hold this vintage thing called a book.

1 comment:

  1. I completely agree. The convenience? of Ebooks can't replace the feel of a book, either in your hand or just on the shelf. I spoke about something similar in my post http://axiesdad.blogspot.com/2012/09/i-got-half-dozen-paintings-from-that.html
    I love my set of Hornblower just sitting there reminding me of the world Forrester created even when I'm not re-reading them. I love the sheer bulk of our hundreds of books asserting themselves as part of our lives.

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