It's
extremely sad and alarming for me the likely death of books in the
near future, disappearing altogether, replaced by online reading, like
Kindle, called by some as the 'ipod' of books. I am in no
way against advancement of any kind, but I fervently hope that this
won't happen and, over optimistic it seems, I strongly feel that it
won't, not for a very long time. Until the newer generation who had
never touched a book to learn the pleasure of doing so reins the world.
Sadder
will surely be the death of good text, beautiful and poetic verses; so
much of that is already replaced by shorthand writhing and
unrecognizable abbreviations in the hands of the young today.
A
true and avid reader will read anything anywhere that interests him.
If one analyses the relationship between a book and the reader, it's
not so much the book itself, but the text, the words, the subject
matter and the story. Equally important, how these ideas or stories
were represented and presented by the meticulously chosen words,
phrases and arrangements used by the author. This would surely be a
strong argument, that the demise of paper books is hardly the issue.
Still ...
For
me, the sight of a room with wall to wall bookcases or shelves full of
books, in some learned people's home library, nearly always fills me
with awe and definitely admiration, maybe even envy. Those other rooms
with books well thumbed and hazardously scattered all over the place
can seem to me homely and comforting.
A
machine, even put on a decorative stand on an eye catching place of
honour, won't do that. I even enjoy the feeling, almost intimate, of
having a book in my hand, with the blanket pulled up to my chin,
reading a few pages, bringing me a smile or a tear before I fall
asleep, sometimes still with the book on my bosom ... Wouldn't have the
slightest inclination to cuddle a machine!
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