I love a real book. Whilst an e-book may be very eco-friendly and handy for travellers who need to save space it simply cannot provide the same experiential value of a real hard copy book. I am known for travelling often and travelling light but I have yet to succumb to a Kindle or similar. Why?
We humans are sensory creatures and, to my mind at least, reading a book is an experience that is enhanced by being able to utilise our senses. Some of the feelings I experience are:
- delight at being in possession of a brand new book that tantalises with its pristine pages waiting to be devoured
- reverence to be in the possession of an old volume, whose well-thumbed pages, offer whispers of bygone era’s and other readers who have clearly respected the tome now in my hands
- a wonderful feeling of escapism regardless of whether I am stretched out in the sun, curled up on my bed or squished into an airplane seat. Through my book I am able to be transported to exotic destinations or bygone eras depending on what I am reading.
I also find that when studying I have a much better retention rate when reading a hard copy – something about the touch of the paper in my hands helps to cement the facts into my brain. To simply look up on the internet just does not have the same effect as searching through manually and reading what those long ago academics took the time to record and put down on paper. Encyclopaedias are to be commended, they were the tools of my education as a child, no need to worry about fast downloads, power outages or anything else, the books were always there as welcoming friends. Googling just makes it all too easy to look things up as one does not even need to be able to spell properly! Is there any wonder spelling is going down the tubes!