About ten or so years ago, I was that student carrying twelve plus books out to my car and lugging them around everywhere I went. When assigned research papers, I refused to use online sources because it devalued the meaning of research. I searched through lengthy encyclopedias and multiple books, for hours on end, just to get one similar answer. I once was so enthralled in my hardcopy books, that I was locked in the public library for a good thirty minutes after close. Somehow, I always choose the hard way to do things.
It wasn’t until I participated in a board meeting, which turned into an ugly debacle, for which the topic was about going from paper copies of our handbook to either Print On Demand (POD) or solely electronic options. At first, I was on the side with the “ancients”, as the student next to me called them. The ancients fought tooth and nail for their publications to be in print, and if there were any new options, they had to be POD books.
The opposing side, which the ancients called the “lazy generation”, strongly pushed for electronic options to save money in the company’s budget. They also mentioned that they didn’t care that some people like holding physical books in their hands. The lazy generation only wanted to use their new gadgets. You know, the electronic things with words and a billion books at your fingertips? Yes, it was then that I was introduced to the Kindle.
There was no formal introduction between the Kindle and I, but more like an awkward lunch between two petty girls. I figured that the Kindle knew I spoke endless crap about it and its stupid fancy gadgets. It was time for us meet face-to-face, or really Kindle’s face to my finger swiping.
I’ll say that our relationship has gone pretty well over the past two years. It has allowed me to read and access any books through the physical Kindle in my hands to my phone and even on my computer. Reading gives you a sense of being somewhere else; being somewhere where only you can go, at that moment, with anyone you choose.
In my heart, I still feel like one of the ancients. I long to hold a physical book, smelling the musty book smell, dog-earing the pages when I get distracted, and even reading the last page because I can’t wait to find out the ending. Although Kindle has taken those away from me, I am still thankful it lets me read whatever I want, whenever I want, and for however long I want. Let’s just say, I’m a little spoiled!