Cuddly lapcat, warm tea, and a good book. What more could you want?
For Christmas this year, I received a Kobo Touch from a friend. It’s not something I requested, or that I thought I would enjoy. I had been skeptical of digital books. I had been one of those “but I prefer holding and sniffing books” purists. While the latter hasn’t entirely changed, it’s no longer entirely true.
Reading ebooks has made me a faster reader. Wait, let me try to word that better. It has made me a more efficient reader. With a press of my finger, I turn the page and it’s instant. I can prop my Kobo up using the cover (which has a cute typewriter on the front!) and read without hands while cooking, doing dishes, shaving my legs, et cetera. I can fling it halfway across the bed* in a mad dash because my cat has climbed up on that table in my bedroom I don’t want her on because she always knocks over all my lotions and nail polishes and not worry about losing my spot.
I suppose in a way I’ve become a nonstop reader as a result of the Kobo. Every spare moment, every chance I have, I’m reading. And yes, I’m absorbing those words just as well with the device than if I were reading on paper.
The increase in the number of books I’ve read is noticeable when you visit my Goodreads profile and check out how the books-read-by-year shelves compare. Last year, I didn’t even hit my goal of 30 books read. This year, I’m aiming for 50 books. It’s only April and I’m already on book 18 or 19 of that goal.
I still buy physical books. I always will. I even preordered the super fancy stickers-and-signed-bookplate copy of The Madness Underneath and it arrived shortly after my birthday and I read it and touched the pages and sniffed its smell and it was amazing. (I am a huge fan of preordering books when you want to support an author. Do it. Always.)
But the addition of a Kobo — not the substitution — has greatly improved my reading life. I don’t believe this will apply for everyone. Maybe ebooks slow you down. Maybe you just don’t like it — and I get that. I understand that more than those people who only ever read ebooks.
Speaking of: I have had people sit in the tiny bookstore I work in** and tell us they only read on their Kindles while drinking wine and flipping through magazines. Augh.
* Ley does not recommend flinging books or ebook devices. But if you must, at least be in your bed.
** Yes, I work in a bookstore. It’s connected to a restaurant and cafe, which is connected to a gourmet shop, pub, & inn. All nestled right on the river. Coolest day job ever, I know.