I wrote a blog not long ago about how my daughter at two years of age received her first library card.
A couple of decades later she has a room full of books. Many of them I gave to her when I moved from St. Louis to Crawford County, Missouri.
She still is in the modern age and uses her computer for reading, but she’d rather have a book.
Although my son has almost every type of electronic device known for communication, he still has books for his three sons to read. The cherry wood bookcase has books so packed in that if he buys anymore, I’ll have to make another bookcase.
As for myself, I have no problem with the electronic devices. People who do use them buy my book (I hope). I just have a problem reading from them.
A book has a certain feel. A new book has a smell that differs from a used book to one that is very old.
Where I like turning pages, others like moving a finger. I can take a book to my cabin to read in the evening and not worry about batteries.
Last evening at the local grocery story, I saw a friend, Carol. Her mother is up in years and has been ill lately. Carol was with her mother while the doctors conducted testing.
While Carol waited with her mother between tests, she took out her Kindle and started reading. Carol was asked, by her mother, what she was doing.
She explained it was something she could use to read a book. Carol took the Kindle to her mother, demonstrating how it worked.
Smiling a most becoming smile, she asked Carol, “What will they think of next?”
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