I am passionate about books, paper, stationery… I am the kind of woman who whilst looking through a glossy magazine will get utterly distracted by the notebook on the desk in the photographs and wonder where it’s from, missing the point that the article is about a fabulous loft-conversion.
I have a drawer full of notebooks. I love to write by hand, using fountain pens and high quality paper. I adore books – I own far too many and relish the sight of their serried rows in a room I (genuinely!) call The Library.
So why am I thinking about getting a Kindle? Those who know me have heard me say that I didn’t think I would ever go for an eBook in comparison with holding The Real Thing in my hand. But, for the last few days, not only have I been reading about the relative virtues of the different eReaders, but I have been cruising the Kindle store, noting down books I could get, deciding which cover I might buy and looking forward to ordering it all (just waiting, in the slim hope they will be reduced in the January sales).
I am a traitor.
Well, I might be a traitor but I am also a reader who already has arthritis in her thumbs, a point which has been driven home to me this week as I have been reading a paperback that weighs 500g! Which has led me towards wondering whether when it comes to some of the mightier tomes, an eReader would be more manageable. Also, when I am travelling, it would be lighter to take with me than the several books I would normally pack.
Buying an eReader wouldn’t make me replace the books I have, nor prevent me from buying more, but then, who said it had to be either/or? After all, possessing a laptop has not stopped me in any way from handwriting anything.