Once upon a time, purchasing books was the norm for me – my overflowing living room and office shelves are testament to my fascination with history, Star Wars and other such topics.
Then, this past January, I purchased a Kobo e-Reader from the late Borders chain. (Think of it like a Kindle, but for cheap people who wanted to be able to read digital library books before Amazon wanted to add that capability.)
This year I’ve read nearly 90 books and all but a handful have been library books on the Kobo. I’ve yet to purchase a single e-book, and my only book purchase in general came over the summer at Barnes and Noble as I finally put a gift card to use.
As I walked through Costco I came across Newt Gingrish and William Forstchen’s “The Battle of the Crater”, which seemed like it would be an excellent addition to my Civil War library. If I had been so inclined, I could have purchased the e-version of the book and saved 30 cents plus tax.
And yet … and yet …
Though I’ve browsed titles online and once seriously considering a book (opting instead to wait the two months until it came to the Phoenix digital library), purchasing an e-book just isn’t the same. I’m lacking the Andy Warholian ethic that the point is to own something, not to see it every day which feels to me like life with an eReader full of books.
If by chance my children ever decide history isn’t as boring as it seems, I’d rather be able to hand them my book than hand them my eReader. Maybe it makes me old-fashioned, a dinosaur. I’d like to think it only makes me a bit practicable.
In the interim, I’ve got some pages to touch … a rare sensation indeed.