I do love books.
True, I do most of my reading on my Kindle these days (which is actually an iPad with the Kindle app, but toma-toe, tomah-to, right?). I truly don’t understand what so many self-proclaimed book lovers have against e-books. Isn’t the whole point to get some reading done? Isn’t the content what matters?
They’ll say things like “there’s nothing like the feel of real paper in your hands,” or “books don’t run out of battery.”
I have about 200 books on my Kindle. The feeling of paper is great, but to me no amount of paper beats easily carrying a small library in my purse. I also read a lot of 500+ page books, and as much as feeling the paper in my hands is great, the strain of sustaining a 500+ page book with my wrists for hours is not.
As for the battery issue, I wonder, don’t they have cellphones and laptops? How come battery is only an issue when it comes to reading? Where are they doing their reading, in the middle of a jungle? At the Sahara desert, or halfway up the Everest? I personally prefer to read in places with easy access to the electricity grid, like my living room, a coffee shop, the subway, or like, basically anywhere where human beings live. But to each their own, I guess.
They say “you can’t make notes on a Kindle.” To which I answer: “what kind of monster scribbles on an innocent book?”
To each their own, indeed.
But I digress. The point here, however, isn’t how much I think a few snobbish book-lovers like to give e-reading a bad rap for no good reason. The point here is that, before there was e-reading in my life, there were books. Lots of books. And lots of books require lots of bookmarkers.
If you’re anything like me, you understand why having one fancy bookmark simply doesn’t work.
I’m a chaotic reader. I don’t sit down to “read 15mins before bedtime,” placing my books always on the same place on the nightstand, all prim and proper, like the lady I’m supposed to be.
No. I take my books to see places. Around house: the breakfast table, the couch, the bathroom, the laundry room. On exploratory adventures: the subway, the DMV, the park, you name it.
As a chaotic reader, I will also read multiple books at a time. If I’m entranced by one of them, I’ll read them on every spare second I got. As I chaotic reader, I can’t be held responsible for the whereabouts or the general state of conservation of small objects crafted with the specific purpose of not letting me lose my place in a book.
Therefore, in my often frantic reading state, anything that’s easily at hand and can be stuck between the pages of a book goes.
Here are a few honest-to-God objects I’ve actually used as bookmarks: a grocery shopping list, a CVC receipt, a parking ticket, a movie ticket, a folded post-it, a Tide pod (which I prayed to God wouldn’t explode while I took a break from reading to move laundry from the washer to the dryer — thankfully, it wasn’t a 500+ pages book), a hair tie, a hair pin, a hairbrush, a toothbrush, a plastic ruler, my cellphone (isn’t it amazing how thin cellphones are these days?), a credit card bill still inside the envelope, a Victoria’s Secret skinny little…flyer (did you think I was gonna say “thong”?), a teaspoon, a ribbon, a pencil, a necklace, a leaf (yes, from a plant), my iPad (isn’t it amazing how thin they make the iPads these days?).
I haven’t completely replaced regular book reading for e-reading yet, but lately, the opportunities for creative bookmarking have been few. Having my Kindle automatically mark the pages for me both makes my life easier and less creative.
I guess that’s the true loss of not “reading on real paper” anymore.