I’ve lost many books…
…but never one that cost $400. And usually I lost them by loaning them out. May as well give a book away if you’re going to loan it out. In any case, Alan Jacobs is not so fortunate. He lost his Kindle, and he’s not going back for more:
I don’t think I’m going to buy another one. In the previous couple of months I had been using it less and less, for several reasons. First, I was coming more and more to miss the look and feel of different books — I realized that many of my memories of books were linked to their appearance, to cover designs and typefaces, and I began to suspect that I was not remembering as much about the books I read on the Kindle.
I haven’t actually tried out the Kindle yet, but I can say with confidence that I don’t need to. Part of that is the pricetag, but mostly it’s these other things – the smell of books, the tattered pages, the coffee stained pages. Falling asleep reading them and waking to the paper in your hands, the light on. Bookcases. Bookstores. I can’t trade all of this for a screen. Not to mention I already print out anything longer than a page or two. I can’t read from a screen. They give me attention deficit disorder.
This seemed like a fitting quotation (from Inkheart by Cornelia Funke):
“If you take a book with you on a journey…an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it … yes, books are like flypaper. Memories cling to the printed page better than anything else.”
Put that in your Kindle and smoke it….