Okay. Not really. But I got your attention, yes?
Lately, everything has shifted to the internet. After all, it is faster, more effective and… Paper-free. Meaning, no tree murders.
Well, before I launch into my spiel of how I feel, I’d like to clarify something. I love the internet! I love how we can now get books that we NEED by just downloading the book.
I love how the internet can do our homework for us.
And I love it, because that’s where Snuggle My Books is located. My baby blog of a library. And of course, tons other, that I follow. The internet is amazing thing.
So are Kindles, Kobos, iPads, and my own personal Nook. (Because I’m hardcore for B&N!)*Now. Let’s not forget that the making of one of these is quite detrimental to the atmosphere, but that’s a discussion for another time. Saving paper can even be considered to give very, very minimal benefits. But again, later, if you’re interested.
Used enough times, and it would definitely be used enough times with us book addicts, this can save paper, which can SAVE THE EARTH!
Typed in unicorn and came up with this. More interesting, don’t you think?
But the thought of the world without printed books scares me shit-less.
I laughed when I was five and I was told that the TV would replace my precious books. Books are knowledge. They are the stories of ourselves and our thoughts, our imagination. How could that pixelated screen on my TV replace the books? And of course, it didn’t. Still, I smile when people say that the Nook and the Kindle, and whatever it is will replace the printed book. But inside, I get this gut-wrenchy feel.
I turn around and find that my aunts aren’t reading physical books but something on an electronic screen, which isn’t as pretty and shines, no matter how much it tries to look like paper. And even I eventually let my aunts persuade me into getting a nook for myself. It works excellently, thank you. But it doesn’t hold the same appeal that a book holds. What I love about books, is…
- The smell of ink.
- The feel as you flip the pages.
- The way you can hold a page by going like this:
b. Or this.
c. Or this.
- The creak of an old book’s spine as you open it.
- The beautiful covers.
- The sound of flipping a page.
- Flipping a page.
- Going back to find that one sentence that makes you feel lovey inside.
- Running your hand over spines while choosing a book.
- The messy piles they become. (Which are still pretty in my warped mind.)
- The silent noise you hear as you watch what goes on in your mind.
- Standing in a library looking at all the lovely little pretties.
- The silence in a bookstore or library.
- The silence when you’re just with your book.
- The sharing of books.
- The thoughts that go into them and the thoughts that come out.
- The contentment when I finally close my book with all the feelings from the book.
And I have to say sorry to the tree. Especially after this tree:
Because, I think that despite all the murder of trees, we can’t live without books. They immortalize us as us. With all our thoughts and feelings and fears and hopes and foolishness. And our wisdom.
Books, in all their murder, are our history. And to transfer that rich history forever bound without risk of getting a virus…
So today I write to calm that gut-wrenchy feeling I get. And to remind myself why I love the books the way I do. And I got it.
Because I look at a book. Just the spine at a book, and I feel all the emotion that I had while reading it, as love and whatever feeling it made me feel.
So, I hope this wasn’t too boring for you, but this is how I feel. This is a post which is left unfiltered by facts and stats, and is just my own love for books.
… Can you feel it?
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Why do you love books? Or… Not?