I read recently that Amazon is now selling more e-books than actual, print books. That’s an amazingly quick time for this new phenomenon to happen, isn’t it? Heck, I kept my VCR for years before switching to DVDs. For that matter, I held onto my 8-track for years before succumbing to cassettes. And, of course I was sure CDs were a passing fad.
Well, clearly, I’ve lived my life behind the technological curve. But, books! Noooooooo! I like the feel, the touch, browsing the bookshelves, sitting in a bookstore, and I used to love the old hole-in-the-wall obscure mom-and-pop bookstores. When I was a kid, the used bookstores in Hollywood were a treasure trove to me.
Now, I have to “browse” online and read on an Ipad, Kindle, Nook, or some other soon-to-be-declared best reading device? What is the generic name for them anyway? I don’t care. I’m NOT getting one.
My younger son just ordered the new Kindle and patiently explained to me why it was best to have waited for the 3rd generation one. What? I thought he was a 3rd generation Sallan. But, a 3rd generation machine? Oh, that’s like Windows 8.492 or why we have to upgrade our cell-phones every 2 years because the new iPhone is soooo much better than the previous one. OMG (see, I do participate in some of what’s going on), this is ridiculous.
I have three nice, hard cover, HEAVY, books by my nightstand. I like balancing them just right when I read in bed. No, I’m not changing. No way!