I always wanted to build a library. A library of my own.
I love collecting books, referring to my favorite lines, going back to read between the lines to connect missing dots. But I’m a traveler, I travel light. I don’t want to leave books in a trash, sell them to a stranger who won’t love them the way I want them to do. I’m a possessive lover of my favorite books.
Last year my nephew suggested that I get a kindle, the e-reader. “You can have your own library that you can carry everywhere,” his eyes twinkled as he shared his wisdom. I purchased it right away.
I read more than 50 books in three months. Whenever I got free time, I opened a new page of a book on my e-reader. I finished reading most of the best sellers marked on NY times, Goodreads. I read The Goldfinch, The Orphan Train, The Book Thief, The Husband’s Secret, The Fault In Our Stars and so many other books of the new age. Kindle became a terribly important object to me. I started carrying it everywhere, to the beach vacation, to the rest room breaks.
Six months later, I was roaming in the Farmers’ market. There was a tiny bookstore there: Carine’s Favorite Books. I had ten extra minutes, so I decided to step inside. It was a lovely weekend afternoon; the store was filled with smiling faces asking for discounts on old and new books. Carine, the owner, handpicked best sellers and put them on display by the door. There was another section- named Carine’s favorite books, a little world with the same name of the store; she placed rare and used books about California overlooking the road. It was so easy to find anything that I wanted right there.
I smelled a new book and then another old book. They smelled different. I was able to find two distinctively different scents. Old books always smelled better. I immediately felt a sense of nostalgia that belonged to my past, my own room, that old bookshelf in my parents’ house, summer afternoons by the window reading Atlas Shrugged. I grabbed The Husband’s Secret; I touched the floral design on the cover. For the first time I noticed the color and the font used to mark the name of the writer. It felt like a new book to me, a new cover ready to be unfolded. I read three books by Liane Moriarty on my kindle. But at that moment, I longed to read them again on hardcover. Ten minutes stretched to an hour. I stepped out of the store with four books; two of them were completely new to me. Since then I didn’t open my kindle.
I’m sure many of you love your e-readers more than your old books. Don’t you? What do you think of e-readers? Will they be able to replace printed books? Do you love the smell of old books?
L is Love. Love is dedicated to books. 12th Alphabet, and 12th day on A to Z challenge.