When I called Gary to the dinner table last night I was pleased to see that he was sitting in front of the television, but already “lost” in a book he had picked up at the library on his way home. It’s one that I read this summer, so I’m sure we’ll be discussing it soon. It’s nice to be married to a man who appreciates books as much as I do!
I will probably be the last person you know to buy an electronic device that masquerades as a book. I like the look and feel and weight of a real book. Print on a page brings back so many memories! Even though we moved often when I was a child we always carried a few books with us. I still have my old copy of Black Beauty. We quickly located a library after each move so we could keep reading. One of the locations where we lived for a few years had a bookmobile that brought books to our little neighborhood once a week.
In the early years of my working life I worked for a history book publisher. It was my job to design the books- decide the size, the paper, the typeface, choose the illustrations, etc. I also collaborated with the publisher to promote the books and often attended autograph parties. It was my dream job in many ways.
As a young mother I usually read with a book in one hand and a child in my lap or draped over my shoulder. I often cooked with a book in my hand. And there were many times that my children complained that I wasn’t really listening to them because I was lost in the world of the page in front of me. Guilty as charged!
My mother loved to read and some of our best conversations were about books. Of course some of those were about writing one ourselves. And we did work for many years together on a novel. I still have all 350 pages of it, including many of her hand-written notes. I deeply regret that we didn’t manage to get it published. Perhaps I’ll take another look at it after I retire.
I do read a lot of history books online when I’m researching. I appreciate the convenience of finding them quickly and locating the information I need with the “search” feature. But when I’m reading for pleasure I want the comfort of a book I can hold in my hand. Which reminds me…I need to go to the library.