I'm always a bit troubled by my strange fascination with the whole discussion about ebooks and my old favorite standby books.
Don't get me wrong... I love technology. I get excited about the thought of new gadgets, and I spend far too much time on my computer. I embrace the technological revolution. I really do LOVE the idea of ebooks. I enjoy the thought of browsing a book via electronic means. I've spent a good deal of time posting electronic versions of books and poems and essays. And, I use the electronic forms on a regular basis.
But, when I buy a new book, I go for the paperback/hardback--which some must see as being an ancient and rather outmoded form. When I enter a bookstore, I love browsing the stacks--lingering on particular volumes I have enjoyed, or discovering books that appear to be of particular interest.
Of course, I enjoy discussions like the one by Naomi Alderman (for The Observer), who talks of her "teetering piles of books." I feel her excitement, and the geek in me yearns for the untold possibilities of this "new art form."
But, there's something that occurs to me, and I don't know if it makes sense... I don't dream of reading an ebook, or even an electronic version of a book. I sometimes do dream of reading--sometimes curled up in Uncle John's old green chair, or sitting out on the grass, or perhaps by a roaring fire. When I dream of reading, I'm holding one of my rather dog-eared, well-loved volumes. I'm holding a book, and it's comfortable.
What do you think about the ebook versus book debate? Do you love or hate the advances? Will you ever accept the exchange of a book for the ebook?