I really never I thought I’d cross over, but I have with my adult reading. I think it has something to do with 1 click and Amazon Prime, oh and backlighting on my i-pad. I have only crossed over to read adult fiction and recently, professional reads. I really don’t even ask, I just click. After all, Dave doesn’t ask me. My sister thinks it’s wrong, the departure to technology, however, in the middle of the night, when I can’t sleep, I can’t think of anything I would rather be doing snug in my covers. I don’t even need my ‘cheaters’ in the dark night with the dark words and the bright white light. I feel safe somehow and a part of the story and the community of characters in the book.
Picture books would be the exception…I will never cross the line. I love the full-page spreads, the size and the texture of the paper and the covers too much to cross over. I love the smell of a new book and the age of a worn book. I remember when it was purchased or who gave it to me and what made them a special part of my life. Parting with these books only happens when Emily or Jeff spy a book from long ago that somehow got stolen from their shelves and brought to my classroom. I quickly give it back and say a ‘little sorry’, I forgot that I had borrowed it for 15 years.
I love books, the feel of them, the smell of them, and of course, the precious words strung together like music in them.