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Mamselle_Duroc
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Here’s another who prefers honest-to-goodness real books. They have so much more individuality. They have their own character and feel and look. My grandpa always called his books his ‘friends,’ and liked to be surrounded by them. My books are my friends, too, and I don’t think I could feel the same fondness for them if they were on some cold electronic device.
My books have little histories of their own. Some of them were my grandfather’s, and he has his name inscribed inside. Some I picked up at second-hand stores and the inscribed names are unfamiliar, but it’s delightful to imagine what the previous owner was like.
Anyhow, sitting under the birch trees on a summer evening wouldn’t be nearly as romantic if one were reading from a Kindle.
And having Chesterton’s George Bernard Shaw on a Kindle might be more convenient, but I’ll take the first edition of that book signed by the author himself any day.
As for what I’m reading… I’m spending my last two months at home pretending I’m a little girl again, which means revisiting all of L.M. Montgomery’s books. I’m taking a bit of P.G. Wodehouse on the side, too.
My books have little histories of their own. Some of them were my grandfather’s, and he has his name inscribed inside. Some I picked up at second-hand stores and the inscribed names are unfamiliar, but it’s delightful to imagine what the previous owner was like.
Anyhow, sitting under the birch trees on a summer evening wouldn’t be nearly as romantic if one were reading from a Kindle.
And having Chesterton’s George Bernard Shaw on a Kindle might be more convenient, but I’ll take the first edition of that book signed by the author himself any day.
As for what I’m reading… I’m spending my last two months at home pretending I’m a little girl again, which means revisiting all of L.M. Montgomery’s books. I’m taking a bit of P.G. Wodehouse on the side, too.